When I need a break from working up a website or reading something that will hopefully be of some use to me in the future, I surf. I've found some interesting things drifting around out in the cyber-ocean. This is one. It is a story about a performance from about ten years ago involving a musical quartet, comprised of two man and two hens.
I played percussion on a modified vintage typewriter miked up loud enough to sound like the thunder of an angry God. At that volume, the space bar and shift keys rumbled like a kick drum, and the letter keys snapped like a tight snare. My friend Tim Gordon (the band’s other human being) played the guitar and bass semi-simultaneously, wearing the guitar up by his collarbone and the bass slung low at his hips – he’d loop the bass notes through a pedal and play rhythm guitar against himself while I thumped and cracked the typewriter. Once we hit a stride of sorts, we’d pull a blanket off the top of the cage where Kitty Wells and Patsy Cline sat with two little Casio Keyboards...
There is a link to the only known recording from this quartet, made at their first live performance. Check it out. It is surprisingly interesting, a lot more interesting than some of the crap making millions of dollars for gangstas.
If you keep up on what's being blogged, you may be familiar with Jeff - he's the guy who had the audacity to ask for iced-espresso. It makes for some pretty funny reading. Hard to believe the controversy this little brewhaha (sorry, couldn't help that) has created.
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