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Dear Super Wunnerful Person,
Hi.
I'm kind of over the novelty of it, but you might not be since you don't know what I'm talking about, and what I'm talking about is this review that my little, teensy-weensy, minute, super small cd album got from this guy in Rhode Island. I sent him my cd, and he wrote about it.
See?! Look.
Advance Review intended for the Noise Sept 2010 (which will be published instead in Lemon Basket)
PAULETTE [no label]
The New Norte Americana 31 songs
Dear Paulette: You may not be the finest musician in the world, but your gem-like deadpan song fragments (e.g., "Hank Williams Was Gay") are a fresh departure. Listen, I've heard plenty of Americana that is just the same old long-winded crap: fingerpicking quasi-hoedown-style yee-haw-too-long-after-the-fact that makes me want to stay in bed for sixteen hours eating pecan-flavored wheat thins, getting up only sporadically to serially demolish discretely colored segments from a carton of Friendly's Jubilee Roll flavored ice cream (Note: perhaps your upstate New York songwriting partner Mary Liebau can explain to you the hideous phenomenon known as a "Jubilee Roll"). Look, Paulette, here's something that's been bothering me for a long time: why do so-called serious artists have to go about their sordid business with such a sour expression on their gloomy faces? Do they really believe that the vague, questing, earnest artworks forged from the sweat of their unmanicured brows are going to make one lick of difference in this crazy world? Call me a sarcastic nihilist, but I like bands like Ed's Redeeming Qualities and the Holy Modal Rounders and Jonathan Richman and even the Shaggs because they...Get It. They throw the half-cooked spaghetti of so-called "art" at the wall of unpopular culture just to see what sticks. "Life is short so start now." Indeed. Truer words were never spoken. Sincerely.... (Francis DiMenno)
The New Norte Americana 31 songs
Dear Paulette: You may not be the finest musician in the world, but your gem-like deadpan song fragments (e.g., "Hank Williams Was Gay") are a fresh departure. Listen, I've heard plenty of Americana that is just the same old long-winded crap: fingerpicking quasi-hoedown-style yee-haw-too-long-after-the-fact that makes me want to stay in bed for sixteen hours eating pecan-flavored wheat thins, getting up only sporadically to serially demolish discretely colored segments from a carton of Friendly's Jubilee Roll flavored ice cream (Note: perhaps your upstate New York songwriting partner Mary Liebau can explain to you the hideous phenomenon known as a "Jubilee Roll"). Look, Paulette, here's something that's been bothering me for a long time: why do so-called serious artists have to go about their sordid business with such a sour expression on their gloomy faces? Do they really believe that the vague, questing, earnest artworks forged from the sweat of their unmanicured brows are going to make one lick of difference in this crazy world? Call me a sarcastic nihilist, but I like bands like Ed's Redeeming Qualities and the Holy Modal Rounders and Jonathan Richman and even the Shaggs because they...Get It. They throw the half-cooked spaghetti of so-called "art" at the wall of unpopular culture just to see what sticks. "Life is short so start now." Indeed. Truer words were never spoken. Sincerely.... (Francis DiMenno)
It, the review, is prominently hidden away on the web right here.
also.
If you haven't guessed which day you think the cd release party will be on, I will give you until midnight 8/25/10 to send me your guess. And remember, the contest winner will receive a copy of the exact same cd featured in the above review. WOW! We already have five guessers' guesses, so it'll be fascinating to see how this whole thing turns out!
My latest swimming song
Yours,
Paulette
posted by paulette @ 10:02 PM
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