It’s hard to believe it’s been 15 years since I first did this little tape. It was the summer of 1994. I had just gotten my trust TASCAM Porta 7, a four-track tape recorder that allowed talented people record demos and such, and allowed people like me to ruin the definition of “music.”
Which is exactly what I did for the last few months of 1994, the time period from which this “music” springs*. I “sampled” (read: stole) chunks of music from elsewhere, slowed it down or played it backwards, laid other stuff on top of it, and generally just played around with things. Also recorded some noisy nonsense. And so on.
Then, I made tapes. Remember cassingles? I grabbed every last one I owned, dubbed these songs over them, hand-drew an awful cover to tape over the existing covers, and handed them out to anyone who would listen.
It was awful. Just freakin’ awful. But it sparked 15 years of recording music and giving it out, so for that I’m grateful.
And now, with this post, I officially “re-release” this music to the world, this time sounding better than it did 15 years ago (which isn’t saying much) and with bonus tracks from the same era. This music is not yet even on my personal website yet. That’s just how special you blog readers are. So, for a limited time only — I’m pulling this offline on January 1, 2010 — I present to you…
Music To Trip To:
The 1994 Xmas Single
15th Anniversary Edition
DOWNLOAD MUSIC TO TRIP TO (30mb ZIP file) (2016 update: Sorry, I’ve pulled the link down!)
1) Oceans of Rebellion (1:58)
2) In The Library (0:28)
3) Water Torture (2:57)
4) Forgetting Prozac (3:18)
5) Drunk In My Lawyer’s Office (3:52)
6) Hangover On Sunday (bonus) (4:37)
7) Asshole (bonus) (0:36)
8) Xmas Single Throwaway (bonus) (2:14)
9) I’m So Naked (bonus) (1:33)
All sounds, clips, and music contained herein are copyright their respective owners and are used here without permission.
*I’m lucky these early recordings even still exist. Back in 1996, in a fit of idiocy I still can’t explain, I decided to purge all those dreadful, noisy, inane four-track tapes I had made. Tossed maybe a dozen on them in the trash, including the early, blistering noisefests recorded with my buddy Matt, who I would later go on to form Slumbersigh with, as well as whatever nonsense I recorded in Belmar, NJ and Marietta, GA during stays in each place. I have very little recollection of what may have been on those tapes, and kick myself every time I think of what I threw away. Also had boombox tapes from before I got the four-track, and tossed them, too. This, too, makes me sad.
