Yeah, once a record is indeed finished, it becomes almost immediately unlistenable.
One of the things I like about A Fine Mess is the fact that it's so patently unfinished--it feels like something in transition, which it is. You can sort of look under the hood of the thing and imagine for yourself what it would look like with a real chassis on it. Once a record is "finished", it often takes on the nature for me of a bug, or a butterfly, after it's been "collected"; ie had a pin stuck through its thorax, and sprayed with a thin layer of lacquer. It becomes devoid of possibility, for me, anyway,
though of course, easier to sell on the open market.
Regarding the CD quality, you're absolutely right, it is absolutely dreadful. Not only are
there clicks and pops aplenty, but (even worse) the CD house seems to have taken it upon themselves to roll off any frequency above 5 kilohertz. (I'm exaggerating, but still.) I'm trying to convince Lost Highway to release a limited edition remastered version of A Fine Mess in all its ragged cardboard finery when "Here Comes the New Folk Underground" is released towards the end of the first quarter of next year, or at least to provide me with the right to do so via the Internet.
Re the Bilderbergers... If I might recommend the writings of Carroll Quigley, an esteemed if controversial professor at Georgetown who wrote about the dangerous dynamics of unbridled expansionism and its (historically, anyway) inevitable corruption. From Mesopotamia onwards, its a predictable cycle. I also can recommend, with some reservations due to its somewhat childish form, "Ishmael", by Daniel Quinn.
But yeah, this kind of thing is never fun to experience-- the cognitive dissonance, the oceanic dishonesty, the fear, the loneliness.
The endless, hammering voices,seemingly the more simplistic and ignorant, the louder.
(The best lack all conviction, while the worst speak with fiery intensity, to misquote Yeats) The disappointment, the disilliusionment. And again, the Fear, above all, both of acts of terror and of totalitarianism, the endless grief over the endless blood of innocents, and the frustration one feels as when one enters a prison and is afforded no options other than a series of bestial rapes by all comers (no pun intended) or conversely, the expensive, demanding and painful protection of a notably undemocratic prison gang like La Eme, Crip/Blood Axis, or Aryan Nation. There's very little room for argument or reasoned discourse in such a climate.
We've always been a forward-thinking nation,
which is wonderful and exciting, but even when driving particularly fast, I for one, don't neglect my rear view mirror, particularly when changing lanes.
The very best to all of you,
David
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Yeah, once a record is indeed finished, it becomes almost immediately unlistenable.
One of the things I like about A Fine Mess is the fact that it's so patently unfinished--it feels like something in transition, which it is. You can sort of look under the hood of the thing and imagine for yourself what it would look like with a real chassis on it. Once a record is "finished", it often takes on the nature for me of a bug, or a butterfly, after it's been "collected"; ie had a pin stuck through its thorax, and sprayed with a thin layer of lacquer. It becomes devoid of possibility, for me, anyway,
though of course, easier to sell on the open market.
Regarding the CD quality, you're absolutely right, it is absolutely dreadful. Not only are
there clicks and pops aplenty, but (even worse) the CD house seems to have taken it upon themselves to roll off any frequency above 5 kilohertz. (I'm exaggerating, but still.) I'm trying to convince Lost Highway to release a limited edition remastered version of A Fine Mess in all its ragged cardboard finery when "Here Comes the New Folk Underground" is released towards the end of the first quarter of next year, or at least to provide me with the right to do so via the Internet.
Re the Bilderbergers... If I might recommend the writings of Carroll Quigley, an esteemed if controversial professor at Georgetown who wrote about the dangerous dynamics of unbridled expansionism and its (historically, anyway) inevitable corruption. From Mesopotamia onwards, its a predictable cycle. I also can recommend, with some reservations due to its somewhat childish form, "Ishmael", by Daniel Quinn.
But yeah, this kind of thing is never fun to experience-- the cognitive dissonance, the oceanic dishonesty, the fear, the loneliness.
The endless, hammering voices,seemingly the more simplistic and ignorant, the louder.
(The best lack all conviction, while the worst speak with fiery intensity, to misquote Yeats) The disappointment, the disilliusionment. And again, the Fear, above all, both of acts of terror and of totalitarianism, the endless grief over the endless blood of innocents, and the frustration one feels as when one enters a prison and is afforded no options other than a series of bestial rapes by all comers (no pun intended) or conversely, the expensive, demanding and painful protection of a notably undemocratic prison gang like La Eme, Crip/Blood Axis, or Aryan Nation. There's very little room for argument or reasoned discourse in such a climate.
We've always been a forward-thinking nation,
which is wonderful and exciting, but even when driving particularly fast, I for one, don't neglect my rear view mirror, particularly when changing lanes.
The very best to all of you,
David
One of the things I like about A Fine Mess is the fact that it's so patently unfinished--it feels like something in transition, which it is. You can sort of look under the hood of the thing and imagine for yourself what it would look like with a real chassis on it. Once a record is "finished", it often takes on the nature for me of a bug, or a butterfly, after it's been "collected"; ie had a pin stuck through its thorax, and sprayed with a thin layer of lacquer. It becomes devoid of possibility, for me, anyway,
though of course, easier to sell on the open market.
Regarding the CD quality, you're absolutely right, it is absolutely dreadful. Not only are
there clicks and pops aplenty, but (even worse) the CD house seems to have taken it upon themselves to roll off any frequency above 5 kilohertz. (I'm exaggerating, but still.) I'm trying to convince Lost Highway to release a limited edition remastered version of A Fine Mess in all its ragged cardboard finery when "Here Comes the New Folk Underground" is released towards the end of the first quarter of next year, or at least to provide me with the right to do so via the Internet.
Re the Bilderbergers... If I might recommend the writings of Carroll Quigley, an esteemed if controversial professor at Georgetown who wrote about the dangerous dynamics of unbridled expansionism and its (historically, anyway) inevitable corruption. From Mesopotamia onwards, its a predictable cycle. I also can recommend, with some reservations due to its somewhat childish form, "Ishmael", by Daniel Quinn.
But yeah, this kind of thing is never fun to experience-- the cognitive dissonance, the oceanic dishonesty, the fear, the loneliness.
The endless, hammering voices,seemingly the more simplistic and ignorant, the louder.
(The best lack all conviction, while the worst speak with fiery intensity, to misquote Yeats) The disappointment, the disilliusionment. And again, the Fear, above all, both of acts of terror and of totalitarianism, the endless grief over the endless blood of innocents, and the frustration one feels as when one enters a prison and is afforded no options other than a series of bestial rapes by all comers (no pun intended) or conversely, the expensive, demanding and painful protection of a notably undemocratic prison gang like La Eme, Crip/Blood Axis, or Aryan Nation. There's very little room for argument or reasoned discourse in such a climate.
We've always been a forward-thinking nation,
which is wonderful and exciting, but even when driving particularly fast, I for one, don't neglect my rear view mirror, particularly when changing lanes.
The very best to all of you,
David
