At one point during the Solaris Earth Pipeline experiment, the Psyopsogist was gonna sink some money into printing some sort of S.E.P. 12-inch, except it wasn't gonna be a real record, just a collection of songs, and I'm sure if he paid for it, he'd want to do the album art, which means it would've been some space age spaciness done with a low amount of creativity that he probably saw on some obscure movie or some shit at some point. And that would be what I have for myself on vinyl had that happened.
Luckily it didn't happen, and I would always prefer an actual CD you make be what you press up on vinyl instead of some music version of a vanity chapbook. Our last bullshit, 45s on 33, wouldn't embarrass me if we had that done on vinyl (you can still google "Solaris Earth Pipeline" and the sharebee link for that CD comes up... I don't know if any of them still work or if sharebee will put computer AIDS inside your laptop, but it is there... do what you must with that knowledge).
But if I could have one full-length piece of music I did with the few different projects I've been involved in over the years on vinyl, it would be this CD, mostly because so much of who I am is deeply layered in this one. You meet me in real life, and I'm not some wacked out polysyllabic know-it-all asshole like I sometimes came across as in the S.E.P. stuff. I'm just a simple-assed dude with bad genetics who has been educated beyond his intelligence. Or I'm a really intelligent regular ol' piece of shit who was born to lose. But both those sides play into that album.
Really, all in all, there's only one song, even a few years later, that I'd take off, and usually I hate anything I do two months after I done did it. Plus, I started writing sangin' lyrics around this time, and with Brown's multi-track bluegrass harmonizing from another level he does, some of these songs are fucking classic. Like shit that if I heard and wasn't involved at all, I'd be like, "Holy fuck, this is awesome. Why isn't there seventeen more things like this in the world? What's wrong with this world?" Mostly though, this was a CD I did that I know the same type of hopeless degenerate/endless romantic/trapped in a small town but with dreams of being a road dog people could dig on.
Now Boogie Brown's got a kid, and I've got three, and we live three hours apart, and have the fucking endless unloungery of this modern world trying to stifle us. But I'm glad to say we've been starting to get some new shit together. Hopefully we'll have some more of this shit ready by summertime. But it's gonna be hard to top the awesomeness of the Long Haired Lounger/Dread Headed Stranger CD.
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