Met Gear Sonic
Up until the point that I catch myself doing the very same, I am happy as happy as a pig in [whatever would most make a pig happy] to scorn all those snapping up pictures of this, the most mysterious of weather in late February. Sure, it’s picturesque. We’ve also see snow before. At least most of us with reasonably clever phones. I suppose it might as well be March so that’s kind of weird. Remarkable at least in the sense that we might remark upon it by flinging pictures into the void in search of rapture and approval. I was always told I was a spring child. Now my heart is forged from obsidian and winter has long been here.
‘Massage The History’ by Sonic Youth is suitably covert for the forebears of noise. The album cover may or may not feature a living room, set with fervour for Christmas. There is no mention of the band or title on the sleeve itself. The festive tree in question could also make it a sleeper seasonal single. I can’t tell, which with ‘the Youth’ has always been part of the fun. They’re much like the Pixies in that way; obtuse to the point of perversion and so careless that much of it has to have been deliberate. Probably. The record itself is pressed to white vinyl. Like snow? Or not.
Kojima still has friends at Konami. This doesn’t surprise me. I’d drink with that guy for sure. His own silence on the whole thing has never struck me as odd. Kojima himself, on the other hand has always struck me as odd. As a person. I mean, that guy’s batshit to the point where half the time I’m half convinced he means at least half of what he’s saying. My guess is that might be more than most people and I’m down with that.
We’ve started rehearsing our uniquely loud take on teh blues at a later time of day, nine pee em ‘till the witchin’ hour! Mostly because it’s convenient but also because it’s conductive to something meaner, leaner and all together more sinister. It could be a good thing. You can stand in judgement and be all judge-like very soon.
JD - TACOCAT