A monthly article I never miss is Resonant Frequency.
Its written by one of the editors at Pitchfork, Mark Richardson, and he waxes on about his personal relationship to music and what it means and all this 30-year-old white guy non-sense. His tastes are were far more eclectic than mine ever were, or will ever be.
But his themes are so interesting.
He talks this week about about the albums that were our favourites at a time. And when this record meant so much to you; you thought, “I will always love this record.”
Then, one day, years later you wake up and its not your favourite. In fact, you haven’t listened to it in years and if you did now… heck you might not really care for it all that much.
He then talks about a group called Piano Magic. I wanted to check it out to try and hear what he might have back in 1999 when Mark thought Low Birth Weight was destined to be a great record. Wow, it is spooky. Wikipedia called it ghost rock and I think, listening I might have found my perfect Steam Punk sound!
He then goes on to think about the internet and how stuff lives forever. I found Piano Magic’s music pretty easy on Youtube. <– This song was crazy real. Reminded me of this old British movie I watched years ago with some of the most awkward and authentic sex scenes I have ever seen in a movie. I wish I could remember the title.
Music lives on forever with the internet. Last night I was telling Coral about my dream to press a 7 inch single of my old band, Smut Peddling Sam. She didn’t get it. Said it was silly and childish and that no-one would care.
Maybe she is right… maybe not? I’d care, so that is at least one. I googled Smut Peddling Sam. Everything lives on the internet, even Smut Peddling Sam!
Our old friends were in a group called Triple Word Score and they got signed by a record label called Long Beach records outta California. They mentioned us in their bio and that bio still takes up a few bits of internet code.
SPS used to play at the Cobalt in the early days of that old punk rock bar… and I found an old page of WENDYTHIRTEEN that mentions us.
My brother Matt’s Myspace mentions us. (remember MySpace awww).
WHAT? the original Smut Peddling Sam website?
Crazy… silly internet has a long memory!
***if you care to hear some of our uhhh, unique? style on speed punk, click on my –> MixCloud page. ***
Go with yourself.
The Morning After 
Oh, wow. That’s … loud 🙂
Maybe the people who were on that journey with you guys back in 2000 would care? I don’t know, maybe Coral is probably right but there might be that couple of people … I’d kill for some kind of memory of the local DJs I adored in the 99-01 scene. Often it’s hard to find that stuff online even if the internet does have a long memory. For example, DJ Dig-Dug – an old breakbeat/speed garage DJ from the Van/Vic/Seattle scene slayed me back in ’00 with a remix of When Doves Cry and I’ll never, ever forget it, but it was probably just one of those one-time things in a small, dark breakbeat room in a warehouse venue, you know? But I’d pretty much do anything to hear it again. My point is that pressing it might mean a lot to someone, somewhere, sometime.
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