Re: Album sleeve notes don’t have to be boring: Just look at those written by Thomas Pynchon, Hunter S Thompson and other literary greats
David Ewers
dsewers at comcast.net
Mon Aug 10 12:59:51 CDT 2015
I think I agree with you, even though the 'I can't be bothered with giving you a complete thought' business kind of hurts my head.
On Aug 10, 2015, at 9:46 AM have a nice day, violet wrote this message:), jochen stremmel wrote:
> never
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> 2015-08-10 18:07 GMT+02:00 David Ewers <dsewers at comcast.net>:
> I've got an album jacket (I lost the vinyl many years ago - ? - ; the jacket now holds the copy of White Light/ White Heat I've had since I was a kid...) by an outfit called Barefoot In The Head (Jim Sauter, Don Dietrich, Thurston Moore; Forced Exposure 1990; FE-015). I've wondered for many years whether the Pynchon liner notes on its back side are legit. I tried sending photos of them but I don't think they made it through the visiferous aether, so here they are:
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> One night Johnson, Coley and I were sitting in the backyard with a bucket of sangria and a few bongloads of some very righteous boo. I'd brought out a box of my live Sonic Youth tapes and we were arguing about Ranaldo's tongue vectors in the third quadrant of "Society Is A Hole" (Folk City, NYC 12/1/82) when one of T. Moore's downstrokes caught our attention. We ran the tape and listened to the passage a few times. The subtly monstrous and mindless GUSH with which T. Moore hit the "E" chord made it obvious that his playing was not coming out of a complete spiritual void. This was a real revelation. It meant that he was capable of actually unclenching his brain and loosing demons of soul creativity.
> Because we hate to see anyone lackeyed to the jive-ass, pop-structure, white-man a-motionalism, a plan was immediately sprung for freeing T. Moore from the shackles of Peggy Lee-descended dogshit that were obviously off his TRUE HUMAN FORCE. Deciding which hominid cudgels might best be wielded against these procedural chains was a lead pipe cinch. Who but Jim Sauter and Don Dietrich? These two men are the freest, loudest, swingin'est white motherfuckers to ever jaw-cleave an industrial strength reed. Their work with Borbetomagus has long been a raucous fountain of tonal explosion and aesthetic purity, as well as a black-gloved fist up the diz of all conservative musical architects. If anyone could blow the lock off of T. Moore's creational emo-safe, Jim and Don were it.
> The rest was a snap. I had my agent get in touch with all the parties. She explained the points of our proposal in no uncertain terms. The results are presented here. Two free men meet a slave. Everyone goes home barefoot. Right-fuckin'-on.
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> --Thomas Pynchon
> Somerville, MA
> January, 1990
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> What do you all think?
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> On Aug 7, 2015, at 12:02 PM Jolly good day we are having, Dave Monroe wrote:
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