"Noon" Nine Million Light Years Distant...
Or so it seems...
Spoke with AWK a few hours ago; he was in the back of a cab, heading to the studio where he'll be recording Sightings' new album. (They'll be at it through the middle of next week.) Finally managed to connect with Mark Morg last night; we had a long confab re all you might imagine. I'll probably be flying up to NYC in December (or January) to cut guest vox on the alb. Psyched, naturally.
Mark saw Whitehouse last week; said it was kinda so-so, sometimes amusing, at moments (whenever P. Sotos opened his yap), positively dire.
(Aside: so many shitty New York bands now... The Brooklyn thing died the death long ago.)
Reports indicate T. Moore opened for WH, plying a feedback trade. Whatever floats one's boat, say I, but I'd rather be caught with an Atlanta Rhythm Section LP sticking out of my ass than stand senselessly bored at a "power electronics" gig (either as performer or onlooker). Ultra-mega-motherfucking-yawn.
Note to Giffoni Nation: Whitehouse are Maroon 5.
The composite mix of Noon (combining elements from the July and October sessions) probably won't be ready until early December. Fuck - edging too close to our Menlo Park release deadline. (February.) Not happy to be running late.
Sending beta listeners copies of v0.9c next week...
My left foot fell asleep whilst sitting on the toilet reading Nils & Ray Stevenson's Vacant. I run seven to twelve miles every goddamned day, and yet my blood turns to mortar. It's not as if I'd been hogtied and bundled into the boot of a Citroën C1... (Just had a flash of Kimberly Stewart's leg warmers.) What fucking good is flesh for anyhow? Wouldn't pure consciousness be far more efficient? The best sex is mental, after all. Who needs a body? Can exposure to an image of Steve Severin lead to peripheral vascular disease?
Smack Shire: we're scheming, and that's all I can say at this juncture. A new release has been added to the sked, but I'm not at liberty to divulge. Otherwise, Dave Philips' rarities comp Curses is in the mastering stage, and I reckon GK is prepping Nandor Nevai's I Mine the Ore and Wooden Machine Music discs... This, I know, is semi-old-ass news. For the hotter varieties of TSSR poop, keep your ears to the rail.
Only 300-plus new d+b plates to sort through! I've fallen so far behind... Goddamned avarice! From the bulge, standout polyps: Ancronix' "Hook and Bling," Dave Akuma's formidable "Code 46." Terror comes in rainblo pop shapes.
More Tomorrow,
TS
Spoke with AWK a few hours ago; he was in the back of a cab, heading to the studio where he'll be recording Sightings' new album. (They'll be at it through the middle of next week.) Finally managed to connect with Mark Morg last night; we had a long confab re all you might imagine. I'll probably be flying up to NYC in December (or January) to cut guest vox on the alb. Psyched, naturally.
Mark saw Whitehouse last week; said it was kinda so-so, sometimes amusing, at moments (whenever P. Sotos opened his yap), positively dire.
(Aside: so many shitty New York bands now... The Brooklyn thing died the death long ago.)
Reports indicate T. Moore opened for WH, plying a feedback trade. Whatever floats one's boat, say I, but I'd rather be caught with an Atlanta Rhythm Section LP sticking out of my ass than stand senselessly bored at a "power electronics" gig (either as performer or onlooker). Ultra-mega-motherfucking-yawn.
Note to Giffoni Nation: Whitehouse are Maroon 5.
The composite mix of Noon (combining elements from the July and October sessions) probably won't be ready until early December. Fuck - edging too close to our Menlo Park release deadline. (February.) Not happy to be running late.
Sending beta listeners copies of v0.9c next week...
My left foot fell asleep whilst sitting on the toilet reading Nils & Ray Stevenson's Vacant. I run seven to twelve miles every goddamned day, and yet my blood turns to mortar. It's not as if I'd been hogtied and bundled into the boot of a Citroën C1... (Just had a flash of Kimberly Stewart's leg warmers.) What fucking good is flesh for anyhow? Wouldn't pure consciousness be far more efficient? The best sex is mental, after all. Who needs a body? Can exposure to an image of Steve Severin lead to peripheral vascular disease?
Smack Shire: we're scheming, and that's all I can say at this juncture. A new release has been added to the sked, but I'm not at liberty to divulge. Otherwise, Dave Philips' rarities comp Curses is in the mastering stage, and I reckon GK is prepping Nandor Nevai's I Mine the Ore and Wooden Machine Music discs... This, I know, is semi-old-ass news. For the hotter varieties of TSSR poop, keep your ears to the rail.
Only 300-plus new d+b plates to sort through! I've fallen so far behind... Goddamned avarice! From the bulge, standout polyps: Ancronix' "Hook and Bling," Dave Akuma's formidable "Code 46." Terror comes in rainblo pop shapes.
More Tomorrow,
TS
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TS
On second thought, we'll let you run the comedy end, and we'll stick to the fuck-the-world end.
Okay, Shecky?!!!
Kiss,
David Toop
i expect a smart ass reply...right...about...NOW!
Respectfully,
Bot
I am the past, present and future. I'm the greatest shit you've never even seen. I'm more of a genius than your thesaurus...
but hey, your blog really amuses the fuck out of me...i mean, really! How else would I be able to keep track on the minute-by-minute minutiae of 'Noon', ya big fuckin' teddy bear, you?!!
We're not joking, but neither are we humorless. (Anyone remotely aware of our history knows full well the truth of this assertion.) We realize our relative lack of importance. (In the greater scheme of things, we barely exist.) That noted, we also understand that we are able to produce a material influence on aspects of culture; we affect change.
Case in point: you know of our work, know the name of a forthcoming album. You admit you read these pages. You seem to hold a negative opinion of us, yet you are well aware of our activities. Our distaste for a particular sub-sect of music should not, in and of itself, provide a casual reader with quite the sense amusement you earlier professed. We suspect there are other forces at work.
One must necessarily conclude that you agree with us, or, more charitably, are at least able to comprehend the essence of our arguments. Either way, this tacit understanding fills us with joy. We want to connect with people. We seem to have connected with you.
So, tell us something about yourself. If you prefer, tell us what you loathe or admire about us. Enlighten TLASILA's fans (few though they may be) about your take on anything.
Avail yourself of this soapbox, or not.
We have no delusions; grandeur can only be conferred. (You conflate ambition with condescension. These characteristics aren't necessarily mutually exclusive, but neither should they be considered bedfellows by default).
TS