Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I’ve taken account of everything,
There you have it. I’ve made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some
Others; I’ve distributed some pamphlets to the plants, but not all were willing to accept them. I’ve
Kept company with music for a second only and now I no longer know what to think of suicide, for
If I ever want to part from myself, the exit is on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the
Re-entrance is on the other. You see what you still have to do. Hours, grief, I don’t keep a
Reasonable account of them; I’m alone, I look out of the window; there is no passerby, or rather no
One passes (underline passes). You don’t know this man? It’s Mr. Same. May I introduce Madam
Madam? And their children. Then I turn back on my steps, my steps turn back too, but I don’t
Know exactly what they turn back on. I consult a schedule; the names of the towns have been
Replaced by the names of people who have been quite close to me. Shall I go to A, return to B,
Change at X? Yes, of course I’ll change at X. Provided I don’t miss the connection with boredom!
There we are: boredom, beautiful parallels, ah! how beautiful the parallels are under God’s
Perpendicular.
So many great local artists collected here for the first time since the quarantine began, and all for such a low low price! It really restores your faith in the restorative healing power of the sounds of a community of musicians, recorders, performers, and whatever the hell 'arbitrary labor' is. That thing is WEIRD. Keith Sonin
All proceeds from this hefty compilation of psych, surf, prog, and experimental bands will be donated to racial justice mutual aid funds. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2020