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Thursday, February 06, 2003
Again I'm clearing out clutter on the computer, so I may as well post this stray thing... it was forwarded to me (by Irwin) from the "Outsider Music" message board about a year ago. Citizen Kafka of WFMU's "Secret Museum" posted the plug for my Ives essay which begins this pasted piece, and this other guy - a stranger to me - responded with a few words about my album Magic Beans. That album's reception may be summed up by the fact that Barnes and Noble offer Willoughby and Uncle on their website, but not Magic Beans. Which is to say that the other two albums are more or less credible failures, but MB does not even exist. Fine, scumbags. Ask me why I refuse to take discussions about Beck or Radiohead seriously. No, don't.
If anyone ever wants to flatter me into doing some favor, all you need do is parrot the following. But this guy had no expectation I'd even read this comment, so it means plenty.
> speaking of glory trances, see this essay:
> http://hometown.aol.com/mysteryfez/realbio.html
> for what makes the internet a great and personal place.
yes, see this...Sport's off topic, so disregard the rest of this if you
don't wanna go off topic
as sport has struggled to put his feelings about ives into words, i have
similarly been trying to make some kind of connection between pops, bleeps,
static buzzes and washes of white blood in my brain when i listen to sport
to the tips of my tongue or fingers, to make impression meet expression.
magic beans barely leaves my cd player. im not the type to often be worked
into enough of a frenzy about an artist to even call myself a "fan." im too
cool and aloof for that. ("yeah, some of the beatles stuff is okay") but
sport does it to me. he condenses all that is great about the last 200 years
of music into pellets of barely digestible nutrition, even occasionally
embracing the kitsch that i generally find so repulsive, but which he can
use because "he's allowed." each listening uncovers another queer perplexing
background noise or sly musical joke. most current music, insider or
outsider, corporate or indie, doesn't approach the depth and subtlety of
sports music. again, we careen off topic, but its a nice detour.
--jimmy tremor--
If anyone ever wants to flatter me into doing some favor, all you need do is parrot the following. But this guy had no expectation I'd even read this comment, so it means plenty.
> speaking of glory trances, see this essay:
> http://hometown.aol.com/mysteryfez/realbio.html
> for what makes the internet a great and personal place.
yes, see this...Sport's off topic, so disregard the rest of this if you
don't wanna go off topic
as sport has struggled to put his feelings about ives into words, i have
similarly been trying to make some kind of connection between pops, bleeps,
static buzzes and washes of white blood in my brain when i listen to sport
to the tips of my tongue or fingers, to make impression meet expression.
magic beans barely leaves my cd player. im not the type to often be worked
into enough of a frenzy about an artist to even call myself a "fan." im too
cool and aloof for that. ("yeah, some of the beatles stuff is okay") but
sport does it to me. he condenses all that is great about the last 200 years
of music into pellets of barely digestible nutrition, even occasionally
embracing the kitsch that i generally find so repulsive, but which he can
use because "he's allowed." each listening uncovers another queer perplexing
background noise or sly musical joke. most current music, insider or
outsider, corporate or indie, doesn't approach the depth and subtlety of
sports music. again, we careen off topic, but its a nice detour.
--jimmy tremor--
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