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Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2005 05:15:59 +0000
From: "[iso-8859-1] steven tobin" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: fire museum <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: fire museum stuff
hi to all,
just sending this "year-end wrap up" to everyone - last pitch i'll be
making this year :-) i'm pretty sure i'll be keeping the sondheim to an
edition of 500, so if you want to get one get them while the gettings
good!
best,
st
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Greetings to all,
Following a nice write up in a late November issue of the San Francisco
Weekly:
http://www.sfweekly.com/Issues/2005-11-23/music/music4.html
two reviews came in from the December issues of The Wire & Paris
Transatlantic:
Parts of this almost sound like Angus MacLise leading Tower Recordings
through an opera written by Amiri Baraka, while others are non-locatable
outside the tradition of large groups of free-thinking musicians
undermining conventional modes in the name of personal ritual. Sondheim
includes extensive liners to guide you through the various sections, but
this kind of flight is best undertaken blind, allowing the wild allusive
combinations of blues form, ethno-jazz, freakout a la The Sea Ensemble and
vaguely evocative sound/space conjuring to transport you to a place thats
beyond mere musical dialogue, a place thats as unevolved and primal as it
is modern and highly conceived.-David Keenan (The Wire)
an endearingly ramshackle melting pot of free jazz, blues and folk (if
Eugene Chadbourne later described his work as "free improvised country &
western bebop" then this is "free improvised Hawaiian flamenco gospel
blues music theatre"), right up the same street as the other leftfield
oddballs Stollman signed up for his label (ESP-Disk): The Fugs, Patty
Waters, Marzette Watts, and The Sea Ensemble. The Songs is one of those
wild and wonderful everything-goes experiences from a time and place that
now seems all too far away, but its influence resonates (indirectly, one
imagines, unless there are more copies of the original vinyl in
circulation than I imagine) in the free folk of today's New Weird America
scene. If you're OD'ed on Sunburned Hand Of The Man, take a little trip in
Uncle Alan's Time Machine and detox back in 1967. You won't regret the
price of the ticket.Dan Wharburton (Paris Transatlantic)
A nice way to end things for 2005. Upon our return from India in early
February, we hope to get the Mon Burmese Music CD off to the pressing
plant. This CD should knock out everyone that hears it, not because the
music of the Mon has been virtually undocumented up to now, but because it
is incredible stuff!
All the best for the new year, and thanks for your interest in Fire Museum
Records.
Sincerely,
Steven
out now! ritual all 770/
alan sondheim- the songs fm-04
fire museum records
p.o. box 591754
san francisco, ca. 94159 u.s.a.
http://www.museumfire.com
