I usually classify bands as being either warm or cold weather bands. In this case, Cheater Slicks always remind me of those bitter cold nights walking home from the train station after work. I still had a portable disc player back then. Also one winter when I took a 17hr bus ride to West Virginia to hang out with my wife (we were still in the courting phase at that time) and this was the only cd that wasn’t scratched to hell and back. Enjoy.
This week we started printing Jennifer Pilch’s Profil Perdu and are close to starting up another called treesisters by Joseph Riippi. Both are beasts and will howl in the coming weeks. We’ve also started preliminary work on our first official broadside, a poem by Jon Cone which will leave you in a state of shock that’s somewhere just north and east of Iowa. It’ll have some letterpressed elements to it. And finally, we’re all caught up in the mailing department. Everything will be in the mail tomorrow morning.
"Starlings zoom in to free silver to freeze her in possession of a bird’s eye, beasts with an agenda, dreaded noise? They sing of a tree they saw falling in the forest, competing who sings it best, and despite the din, she thinks, O, the flapping shivers, diminutive bumps what a likely appeal to be wind-thumped)”
“Phooh! Do you stuff birds? No, my dears, taxidermy is not a religion. No! A thousand times no. Better, I say unto you, better a live bird in the jungle of the body then two stuffed birds on the library table.”—Nathanael West fr Miss Lonelyhearts
Now that things are quieting down a bit here at the office (almost caught up on book releases, all mail being sent) I can finally lay my hands on darling letterpress. Got a bunch of projects cooked up. Some greeting cards. Some small broadsides. Pretty damn excited to wear the apron again and find ink in my beard.
Also tonight, I bought a football at Five Below. And candy. I am living the dream.