Timber Rattle – The Veil Beneath The Mountain Beneath The Veil

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I’m sorry, I couldn’t be with you tonight to accept your sycophancy, I’ve sent my body as a substitute; I hope you find it adequate. First of all, I’d like to thank me for doing what I did, the universe for giving me a place in which to do what I did, and everything in it for tolerating my doing what I did. May I continue to say that those who were offended by some or all of the content were offended by intention, primarily their own, and I have no misgivings whatsoever about the nature of what I did, otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. Hindsight is simply an excuse in disguise, and therefore, does not exist, like so much else that doesn’t exist. And finally, I just want to ask why you’re all so keen to kiss my arse? It’s just an arse. Why not create your own stuff? Life isn’t a competition, it’s a festival. So, thank you again, for this award, I will now use it in a sculpture of meaninglessness. No, really, thank you.

Charlie Parr – Hollandale

hollandaleIt never occurred to me to look for Charlie Parr on Bandcamp. It was after I did the recent post on Daniel Higgs that I had a look at the supporters collections – something I sometimes do – and found a follower called Charlie Parr. Could it be the same one, I thought?

See, I have in my digital archives an album called Roustabout by said artist released some years ago now, and I think it’s wonderful. Kind of a shit-kickin’ bluegrass thing going on, modern country blues, I suppose. Don’t ask me about genres and all that. So I did the search in the artist box and whaddya know… I don’t know if the supporter of ‘viv’ is the same one, I’m too stupid to figure it out (can you get to One Dog Clapping from my profile? I’m not sure you can), but nevertheless, there’s lots of Charlie Parr on Bandcamp.

This here Hollandale is actually somewhat unlike most of the recorded stuff I’d previously heard him do, in that it is largely improvised and somewhat more in the ‘American primitive’ tradition (another crap genre name – why is it that an American person sitting down with a guitar and jamming stuff out is labelled primitive?), I’ve heard similar stuff from John Fahey. But it is very hypnotic, not wholly unlike the way Crow Tongue hypnotise me.

And whilst you’re there, go over and listen to God Moves on the Water from Roustabout. I fackin love that one.