Post by Bass on Feb 2, 2007 2:48:00 GMT
As the fuel runs drier
And the sun burns blacker
And the dust settles higher
And the noise gets louder -
Document,
The time has come to set you free.
For within those images of hopes and fears
And all that is less
clear
Whatever will be
Will be
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A message to all our fans/friends who pre-ordered the album:
I'm knackered. I've just spent the last several hours personally packing, stamping and addressing all the pre-orders* (which you'll be receiving in the post probably about a day after you read this), after spending the best part of two days chasing and then driving around London to sort out the other distributions. And yet the overwhelming feeling I have is one of nervousness. It's bizarre - I don't usually feel nervous. Live shows (for me) are so spontaneous and, in a strange way, anonymous and solipsistic, that it's easy to get lost in the moment. I just don't have time to care about anything else. But records, documents, are different... they are preserved in time. You start to wonder - have you put too much of yourself into this? You're suddenly self-conscious, exposed, you've revealed everything you think and feel and are, with the imperfections and contradictions that entails, and the scorn that invites - as the personal becomes the public. For those with ears (and eyes too, I guess, for the artwork and poems are as important) it's all there, on the table. Shit. Of course we've already had the reviewers give their opinions, but while those are in turns flattering/insulting/useful/not-so-useful/just plain wrong, they're not real people, not in the sense that they actually care about who you are and where you come from and what you represent. The whole idea is ludicrous anyway - professional "opinions"; it's like sending out your personal photos/diaries and then paying some-one to give back a mark out of ten. But these other people... these people actually who listen to you voluntarily, who order your record in ADVANCE for God[TM]'s sake, who support you and come to your shows even when no-one else does and buy your t-shirts and send you encouraging messages and actually listen to what you say... they're your best friends. To somebody other than yourself, amazingly, this actually MATTERS. Wow.
So. This is our music, a Labour Of Love that's very literally taken blood, sweat and tears out of us, beaten us around and almost torn us to pieces. Several times. We're proud of it. We're very grateful you've had the faith, and the interest, to follow us this far. There's never a day I'm not amazed that someone (anyone!) actually listens. There aren't really that many of you in the grand scheme of things (though my weary hands will testify to the contrary) - you're a minority. But don't worry - that makes two of us. That doesn't make you any less important, and - if it makes you feel better - trust me that you soon get used to it. Enjoy the record. And thanks for letting me... scream.
Djev'Head
ps this music is designed to be played with the following stereo settings:-
HI: whatever you like
MID: whatever you like
LO: whatever you like
VOL: VERY LOUD.
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"In times as ugly as these, the real protest is beauty"
- Refused
(from sleeve of their amazing "The Shape Of Punk To Come" album)
"This is what dance music sounds like. This is a beat, this is a band. Here are idiots dying for their art in your stereo. Here is a record shop, HERE IS WHERE DREAMS ARE KEPT AFTER THEY ARE BROKEN."
- 65 Days Of Static
(from sleeve of their brilliant "One Time For All Time" album)
*I wasn't alone, fortunately. I had friends: Miocene - Cellular Memory, Melvins - A Senile Animal, Refused - Songs To Fan The Flames Of Discontent, Converge - Jane Doe, 65 Days Of Static - One Time For All Time, Thom Yorke - The Eraser, Miss Black America - Terminal, Slayer - God Hates Us All and others...
And the sun burns blacker
And the dust settles higher
And the noise gets louder -
Document,
The time has come to set you free.
For within those images of hopes and fears
And all that is less
clear
Whatever will be
Will be
--------------------------------------------------
A message to all our fans/friends who pre-ordered the album:
I'm knackered. I've just spent the last several hours personally packing, stamping and addressing all the pre-orders* (which you'll be receiving in the post probably about a day after you read this), after spending the best part of two days chasing and then driving around London to sort out the other distributions. And yet the overwhelming feeling I have is one of nervousness. It's bizarre - I don't usually feel nervous. Live shows (for me) are so spontaneous and, in a strange way, anonymous and solipsistic, that it's easy to get lost in the moment. I just don't have time to care about anything else. But records, documents, are different... they are preserved in time. You start to wonder - have you put too much of yourself into this? You're suddenly self-conscious, exposed, you've revealed everything you think and feel and are, with the imperfections and contradictions that entails, and the scorn that invites - as the personal becomes the public. For those with ears (and eyes too, I guess, for the artwork and poems are as important) it's all there, on the table. Shit. Of course we've already had the reviewers give their opinions, but while those are in turns flattering/insulting/useful/not-so-useful/just plain wrong, they're not real people, not in the sense that they actually care about who you are and where you come from and what you represent. The whole idea is ludicrous anyway - professional "opinions"; it's like sending out your personal photos/diaries and then paying some-one to give back a mark out of ten. But these other people... these people actually who listen to you voluntarily, who order your record in ADVANCE for God[TM]'s sake, who support you and come to your shows even when no-one else does and buy your t-shirts and send you encouraging messages and actually listen to what you say... they're your best friends. To somebody other than yourself, amazingly, this actually MATTERS. Wow.
So. This is our music, a Labour Of Love that's very literally taken blood, sweat and tears out of us, beaten us around and almost torn us to pieces. Several times. We're proud of it. We're very grateful you've had the faith, and the interest, to follow us this far. There's never a day I'm not amazed that someone (anyone!) actually listens. There aren't really that many of you in the grand scheme of things (though my weary hands will testify to the contrary) - you're a minority. But don't worry - that makes two of us. That doesn't make you any less important, and - if it makes you feel better - trust me that you soon get used to it. Enjoy the record. And thanks for letting me... scream.
Djev'Head
ps this music is designed to be played with the following stereo settings:-
HI: whatever you like
MID: whatever you like
LO: whatever you like
VOL: VERY LOUD.
---------------------------------------------------------
"In times as ugly as these, the real protest is beauty"
- Refused
(from sleeve of their amazing "The Shape Of Punk To Come" album)
"This is what dance music sounds like. This is a beat, this is a band. Here are idiots dying for their art in your stereo. Here is a record shop, HERE IS WHERE DREAMS ARE KEPT AFTER THEY ARE BROKEN."
- 65 Days Of Static
(from sleeve of their brilliant "One Time For All Time" album)
*I wasn't alone, fortunately. I had friends: Miocene - Cellular Memory, Melvins - A Senile Animal, Refused - Songs To Fan The Flames Of Discontent, Converge - Jane Doe, 65 Days Of Static - One Time For All Time, Thom Yorke - The Eraser, Miss Black America - Terminal, Slayer - God Hates Us All and others...