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| THE STORY THUS FAR ...hungover it's awful, the sound of trains collapsing
back behind here; outside there are distant birds circling in front
of 7 miles of heavy cloud falling down, &from where you're lying one
of those clouds looks like a hanged man leading a blind, indifferent
horse...THIS IS MILE END MY FRIEND, the hollowed out ruins here &a train
runs straight thru them... we made a record here in mile End, at the
mighty Mxx HOTEL2TANGO, where lonesome trains ramble thru the backyard
while the wind plays in the trees where nervous birds hide from a dog
named wanda, a kat named lu... 16 rented tracks moving 7.5 inches per
second onto ampex456 W/OUT ANY KEYBOARDS, while don& ian rode the faders,
tired-eyed&stoic... the whole thing recorded under threat of great threat
on a 1933 stahltonbahnd maschine... IT ALL HAPPENED IN MAY; winter was
just starting to fade then, and the money hadn't run out yet... 6 months
later:we record two songs w/chemical daryl at chemical sound; broke
again, john gives us free tape,&brian plays some trumpet there... w/daryl
we remix the old stuff too, &then we sequence the record up the street
w/rod at mile end studio... mark helps us pretty the package and we
put thing to bed & try to carry on... we've been plowing our little
field up here for a couple of years now, but the yard is still filled
w/rocks&dust&n&sick trees... SO we bide our time, waiting for a purer
kick to bloom... &the future is still bleak, uncertain and beautiful...
&the van is gassed but the pistons are cracked,and when we close our
eyes alls we can see is: open road, telephone poles, a sun that is always
setting, and a tangled up melody falling down slowly... |
