This is a piece of “found” Poetry. That is to say, I found this to be TOO much, and so over-the-top that it is almost histrionically funny. That of course was not it’s intent – I’m sure they were going for the Gurdijieff approach to structured language that discourages pattern thinking. Someone, anyone, help me to understand exactly what it is this band does, sounds like, or wants to be when it grows up … Help me, I’d like to count it off, is it alright … is it alright if I scream?
As a result of its perceived Gurdijieff connection, I like to call this piece “Meetings with Remarkable Idiots” …
From an on-line entry at New Orleans Musician:
need genius, talented, layered, complex, immense, versatile drums 4 sharp,
tragic, ravaged, rasberry, sexy, urgent, shrill, contrast, young new rock
we are so damn good and so damn anxious and ready, but we cant find a damn
good enough drummer! would love huge sounding drums with large kit. none
of that less is more little setup shit. MORE IS MORE!
we are 22. this is all we want to do. we bought a house for it, we are
quitting our jobs for it. we breathe and sleep it. and 100% know we are
the greatest. 100% worth it. no limits. no bullshit.
new, amazing, dedicated, over the top, into the clouds.
we’re not indie, not emo, not hardcore, not postpunk, not garage, not retro,
not nu-metal, not postrock, not jaded. we are vast, shattering, delicate,
young, aware, asway, cutting, changing, pretty, and fierce. we need an
incredible drummer to pull this off with; to work with closely and
i dont care where you live, if you know and love what im saying, do NOT
hesitate to write us! i could not be more serious, we WILL work something
out. there is absolutely no time to delay.
Oh PUL LEASE …