Let's hammer this one home. Push that rock down the hill and get it rolling. Had a previous blog going and it was always a slog, navel gazing for a brighter future. Why not hose down the slab and build a better shack this time around, huh? Plus, I tried to get back into it and it was all fucky and I couldn't figure it out. Maybe the higher ups deemed it DOA? Who knows, who cares. Poke the body with a stick if ya feel so inclined. Maybe there's nuggets hidden somewhere. I'm not the one to judge.
Will this be a regular thing? I plan on it. Gotta hone those chops again. "Waste is obscene," as M. Gira once said.
So some music to conclude this short introduction. The latest Holt Bodish tape, Build Yourself A Space, is a real shambolic masterpiece. Just listen to Jay Hinman over at Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio. He'll tell ya. Prime Jefferies Brothers damage dancing with bits of Columbus belch.
More soon. Or not. I'm not making any promises.