Yeaaaaaah, maaaaaaan. I’ve been writing music as opposed to writing about music, which, I think, is the superior endeavor, if you’re comparing endeavors, which, sometimes, I’ll do, even though it’s really a fruitless exercise to do so, usually, in my opinion, since you’re apples-and-orangesing at that point, and we need both, though, obviously, the former is much more important than the latter, since you quite literally cannot have the latter without the former. Right? Right!
I watched The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia last week with the hunnypot:
Yup. Incredible. I watched that trailer all slack-jawed and astonished and giddy, and then I recorded “Lawnwars.” It’s pretty good, I think, if you don’t mind me buzzing my own vuvuzela. Here it is: Lawnwars. Anyway, the movie is every bit as shockingly fantastic as that trailer makes it look, and Hank Williams III shows up to perform a few shit-kickin’ tunes, and Jesco White tap-dances along to them like an organ grinder’s monkey, and I do mean that in the best way possible, Jesco, please, put down the broken bottle, I’m being flattering here. In other news, I’m loving abusing serial commas right now, apparently. Also awesome: Recognizable Electric Wizard and Earth songs up in that soundtrack. “Vinum Sabbathi” and some fucking stone-cold jam off of Hex: Or Printing in the Infernal Method, which, I mean, c’mon, is almost embarrassingly excellent. All in all, lots to rec about Wild and Wonderful. Cannot complain.
Stuff in the pipeline: Pram and Spacemen 3 sheeit. Also, gonna write about In Bb 2.0, which my main man Aaron turned me on to the other day after I showed him some Lab Andre Michele stuff. I suspect it’s a little on the old side in internet years, but damn it, its age has got nothing on George Brigman or pretty much anything else I’ve written about on here, so fuck it. I’m writing about it anyway.
Okee! Here’s to hoping you all desperately love the song. I do.