|The twanky thud of a banjo . . .
||[Oct. 4th, 2016|12:35 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
. . . is what we should all be aspiring to. People think of banjos as twangy, and that they certainaly are, but . . . their twang is, pretty literally, only skin deep. There's this initial what-the-fuck-was-that, ice-pick-to-the-brain-stem twang, but there's nothing behind it; there's no sustain. So while, on the surface, the music is twangy as all hell, just below the surface it is, as Captain Beefheart would say, thud-like. Like a hundred thousand jackbooted rodents marching into Poland.
But, seriously, it is succinct. It speaks and is gone. It does not echo through the canyons of your mind for more that a second or two. That's what we should aspire to: succintity. Seriously.
(Amen, hey baby and all that shit!)