GATE HOLDER FOR TAPE IS DIVIDED INTO 8 SECTIONS:
(00:00–02:08) prologue
(02:08–09:13) a mild oath
(09:13–16:04) some gate sequences
(16:04–23:37) Qualcast for Straw / a picture of health
(23:37–26:17) shit polonaise
(26:17–35:23) quartet / that old man flamethrower / aria for Grachan Moncur III
(35:23–39:08) blues for Olmert
(39:08–44:43) posthorse of thought
THERE'S KIDS ALL OVER THE PLACE, SLEEPING AND SHIT, PLUS RELATIVES AND EVERYTHING AROUND, SOMETIMES. AS WITH EVERY OTHER SOCIO-ECONOMIC FACTOR IN THIS RAPIDLY-CHANGING AND MAGARET-BECKETT-STRADDLED COSMOS, IT IMPACTS ON MODERN ALBUM-MAKING. OVERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING? SO UNDER THESE DIFFICULT PRESSURES, THE IDEA ARISES, RIGHT, OF DOING A PRIVATE ALBUM, WITH NO ACCOUNTANCY-LIKE COMPUTATION, NO DIGITAL, NO GLITTER, NO MAKE-UP, JUST SMASHING LYRICS, AND UNUSUALLY QUIET TO RECORD LATE AT NIGHT. IN THE SHORT, MIDDLE AND LONG TERM THIS MEANS A MASS OF PAUSE-BUTTON EDITS EXECUTED ON TWO SONY TCM400DVS, A PANASONIC FM25 AND NATHAN BLUNT'S BUSTED SONY TCM818 WE KNOW SO WELL FROM "TAPE TEAM J19" SPREAD OVER TWO C90S AND PLAYED BACK SIMULTANEOUSLY LIKE A TWO-TRACK STEREO RECORDING ON A BUSTED BUSH STEREO UNIT, BLAZING LIKE BIGGIE PASSED US A SEMI IN HERE. CONTRA R STEWART, THIS LAST CUT IS THE DEEPEST. FUCK ELECTRONICA, MAN.