Well, thanks to everyone who clicked through from the Lefsetz Letter, and especially to those who commented. Some are for, some are against what I had to say, but that’s what makes the internet the leading source of information among humans age 4-65 in this country, Monday through Friday and occasionally on weekends.
One particularly interesting point was how we basically wait for the backlash after any media coverage of an article like this. That just furthers the point that the guage of what sucks and what does not has never been more obvious. This article was written by a douchebag indie rock trust fund collective, and instantly they were called out on it. The world is a safer place, please return to normal activities.
The moral….Make sure something is completely fantastic before putting it out to the public.
In other news, I moved yesterday, and am just beginning to dig myself out of boxes. There will be a beautiful mini studio set up in the new place, perhaps some resulting tracks will be posted.
I’ve once again fallen victim to the Craigslist eBay monster, so in addition to moving boxes, shipping boxes are now involved. Did you know it costs fucking $60 to ship a guitar? All relevant search results told me around $30 would do it. Lesson learned.
In gear news, I want to get my hands on that Zvex J Mascius pedal. Someone get Zach on the phone.
Sometimes we find ourselves captivated by objects. We give them little personalities and expect great things from them. It’s like Toy Story. We want everything we own to come alive at night and wreak havoc on the Museum of Natural History while Ben Stiller fumbles with a flashlight. Is that a different movie? I think it still works.
The Zvex Fuzz Factory is like the mean popular kid in school. Where I came from, I don’t know if we had mean popular kids, most people seemed fairly nice, but I’d imagine that’s what it’s like in the Disney Midwestern Version. You can’t get it to agree with you, it keeps screaming at you, its way out of your control, it occasionally self-oscillates (yeah, you heard me). And yet there is just something about it you want to hang around with.
I’ve tried this box out in stores on two separate occasions. Each time, it was just too out of control for me. The thing is INTENSE. Think of the fuzz guitar sound The Flaming Lips have on the “At War With The Mystics” album, that’s this guy. It squeals. It sounds like your amp got in a fight with a wild wolverine (as opposed to domestic) and is limping away to safety. Its far beyond the realm of anything normal. But it certainly is intriguing. I vowed not to pay full price, staying true to my heritage of bargain hunting.
Continuing with my CL/Ebay sell and trade-off, I got rid of a 1920’s Ludwig Snare that I’ve owned for years. I bought it on Long Island from a dude who is exactly what you think of when you hear the words “Long Island” and it basically sat for those few years. Finally, it was taking up more space than it was worth, and a friendly drummer on tour from Seattle bought it last week. That same night, a Fuzz Factory appeared on the CL. So I figured, why not?
There is no final point to this story. Except that a few days after it was acquired, I ran into Nels Cline on the street, who was a lovely fellow. I’m going to take that as a sign that I made the right move.