I propose a toast to the erudite failures. We have made it thus far by continually razing the status quo of organized sound. However, we know that this paltry excuse for a project is futile. We do believe that the 21st century is as boring as Mr. Morton Feldman thought the 20th century to be. This boredom drives us. Staring defeat in the face pushes us further to the relegated sections of the sonic universe and we are junkies to the thrill of the chase of the unlistenable object.
Now we must qualify ourselves slightly. Ours is not a bell curve that posits banal on one side and paragon on the other. The beauty of our belief is that, through a cartesian lens, the poles of the audible spectrum reside side by side, separated by a line that is ever so slight and which usually fades into oblivion.
We do not exist in the New economy. We are in the business of gifiting. This is the business of sacrifice. But, our asceticism affords us liberty. What we make requires attention, your full and undivided. We do not want you to listen. We believe you should listen; however, we are not affected by your decisions in any way. We have finally surrendered. Do not worry: we will die someday.
What we are acutally casting out into the world of the philistine:
- 12″ black vinyl
- $9 each (records are expensive to make; this will still put us in the red)
- high quality digital download with vinyl
- a website to die for
- roster of unsignable artists
- you need nothing
