Pieces assemble and dissemble, come into shapes and back out of them, the invention of the lock seems as hazy as that of the wheel, this is pre-dawn, pre-time, we have not yet entered into Tom DeLong's schlong. That will take time, patience, a marathon of will many do not possess.
I didn't sleep for a couple days and instead made a two movement twelve and a half minute minimal cover of Blink-182's “Josie”. Shit, I fucking love my Blink.
But it comes, eventually. The inexorable chorus, the vocal loops pile on, and the pieces synch.
And then you have how this:
Is now this:
Philip Seymour Hoffman, “Echomobility, When I'm Drunk” (Cover of Blink-182's “Josie”)
A truncated version of this meditation will go on a 7-inch split with Railcars' cover of “Dreams” from the Cranberries, that is if the pair can find anyone who wants to put out two bedroom junk masters who love them some 90s covers.
