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The twanky thud of a banjo . . . [Oct. 4th, 2016|12:35 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
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. . . 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!)