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| | | butt rag (usa) #br 006 ep borbetomagus “coelacanth” seven inch single record - coelacanth 6.27.92
- coelacanth 5.9.93
| what i do here @ mms in its purest form is scour through my personal record collection, marvelling at the wonders within, wondering if anyone else feels the same way about a particular record that i got when i was 21, wonder if anyone else would feel the same way about it now, attempt to get copies of said record and re-assess it in a contemporary setting, offer it for sale to a fresh bunch of people with fresh ears ...
the first true experimental music concert i went to back in the early 90s was borbetomagus at the nyack arts center ca. the release of this single here. all i knew was that they were loud and free and playing near where i worked at the time (nanuet), so i went. needless to say i left small pieces of my mind on the wall that night, forcibly removed by mssrs. sauter, dietrich, and miller. i immediately acquired all extant recordings and studied them like an art-school student studies duchamp.
a few years later, i had the night shift in the jazz section of the tower records in cambridge, ma, where i would frequently (after the management left for the day, natch) assault prospective customers with the newest agaric jam (there was this great moment when a pregnant woman came up and insisted i turn it off as i was surreptitiously “injuring her unborn child”).
one night, stu vandermark (father of ken), walked in amidst said holy scree, and, so impressed, wrote something about it in his column in cadence magazine (presumably in the “inside route 128 section” of the boston scene report), which resulted in me receiving a letter from mr. sauter c/o the shop outlining how great it was to have support at a super-retail level, which was then hung on the wall by the resident free-jazz head dave pek, which was then read by management, resulting in my reprimand in the form of one week’s leave of absence (unpaid), during which my then-girlfriend stacy and i took a great free-form vacation down to memphis, stopping at the bertoia ranch along the way (these are all great stories that demand their own space, i’ll get to them all eventually) ...
returning back from said jaunt exactly 10 minutes late, i was then scolded again by a junior officer, resulting in a second insisted week-long vacation, the first day of which i walked into the then-young twisted village shop, explained my predicament to wayne, who then informed jimmy @ forced exposure of my near-unemployed status, who then had kristin contact me the very next day, who hired me on the spot the following day, at which point i went in to tower, severed all ties with the direct-retail world, and began a life-long career of peddling experimental music from behind closed doors.
so ... to simplify this convoluted butterfly-effect greatly, i have borbetomagus to thank for my job @ f.e., and as a result, my savvy in the independent music universe and the success i’ve attained through its use. ever since this grand confluence i’ve held the trio in absolutely the highest regard, catching them whenever possible (most recently: in chicago @ the “adventures in modern music” fest back in 2005, during which lasse marhaug and i stood, dumbfounded, inches from the stage as the trio busted loose via an array of custom-made amplifiers on loan especially for the gig).
this record right here (along with the 10” disc collab. with the shaking ray levis) is most likely their holy grail, a long-out of print 7” released in ‘94 by one peter margasak (some of you chicagoalandians may know peter through his tireless support of the underground via his hugely-informed writings in the chicago reader). it is both impressively lo-fi (sounds like a mono room-recording captured via micro-cassette, then played over to phone to someone in russia) and by far greater than the sum of its parts (two saxophones and one table-top electric guitar). whether you interpret the sonics encoded in the grooves as master strokes or over-amped inept scrabblings, i’m entirely sure this will affect you in some powerful way ... |
| | butt rag press release... |
| don dietrich and jim sauter saxophones
donald miller electric guitar |
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