There are a few more releases sitting around in the dank basements of various labels waiting to be unleashed. The Reason For The Season Of The Witch has been languishing in the “Coming Soon” pile of a very nice netlabel for about a year. We inquire about it’s status from time to time and get no response, but we really like the label – they’ve put out a couple of duds for us over the years – and we’re sure they mean well. Another label, with whom we’ve released one little split cassette, is sitting on a cd titled Sweetheart Of The Ashvamedha. This shaman provided cover art for that, a decidedly uninspired bit of watercolor blah, which we eventually decided was total shite. We redesigned the cover, sent the new and wildly disturbing images to the label and we’re sure they’re rushing to the printer right now.
We have a project in the can titled Fear Of A Sacred Planet, that has been held up because of technical problems with the tracks. It’s a minor issue, really, which could easily be fixed if anybody actually bothered to do it, which nobody has done. Eventually.
Delays and hold-ups have hindered the release of My Goddess Has A Crazy Bush, the multifaceted and splendorous various artists compilation we organized to promote our appreciation of natural things in their natural state. That fabled gathering of minstrels should be hitting the bricks within days, unless it already has. I hain’t checked my email in a while – no internet access here at the Hollar House, due to the pastoral setting – so I’m not up to date on the thing. We were going to wait until the release to start working on the follow-up, but then we got antsy and then unexpected delays happened, so we’ve already called for and are anxiously awaiting contributions for My Goddess Has A Crazy Bush Volume 2: Escape From The Fallen Planet. That one will be released via the Bandcamp, Soundcloud and other online music pages and sites of the bands and artists which participate, a weird and possibly stupid method of release which we came up with while dozily enjoying the masturbatory afterglow one day. The no-label, decentralized nature of the release appeals because, as much as we love labels and appreciate all they do for us, we also love working directly with other creative types for the benefit of all. Having the participating parties release My Goddess…2 directly to their fans means that we all get exposed to each others’ audiences who will hopefully find new bands and artists to love and support. Unless nobody sends a track, which has so far been the case.
Ya know, while we’re on this subject, we have gone to great lengths to get some female artists involved in this thing. Pleas for submissions have been sent to over a hundred female-fronted acts in many different genres to no avail. There is one female voice on the soon-to-be released first installment of the My Goddess… series – which will be an on-going thing, by the by – but only one and the point person for that group, the individual who provided the track, is a dud(e). Women are half the goddamn population, for fuck’s sake, there should be more distaff voices on this comp. Why female artists don’t jump at the opportunity to celebrate their love for our very Mother earth and their own hirsute crotches is beyond our comprehension. It seems to tie in with our on-going troubles getting womyn involved in BDSR. This shaman has always sought females for the band, to balance the energy and bring the zucchini-bread, and there have been a few who passed through and added great things, but not enough. (Italian Ice, our Ambassador to the Third World, has been with BDSR from almost the beginning and her participation has always been greatly appreciated, but she does tend to spend a lot of time sampling the various entheogens of distant jungles which is vital, but which means she isn’t around as much as we might wish.) Seriously, we invite women to get involved fairly often and they inevitably say “Yeah, sure”, but don’t show up. Vexacious.
But anyhow, we hope some chicks contribute to the second installment. Honestly, at this point, we hope anybody contributes to the second installment and that includes us, since we haven’t done anything for it yet either.
Oh yeah – another thing we’re working on is a split cassette with Signalbleed, a noisy artist from the obscure backwater village Luray, VA. We finished our side months ago. Signalbleed actually spends any time at all working on music, so his side is taking longer, which is fine because we agreed to do the cover art and then didn’t do a goddamn thing for a season. We did finally get inspired t’other day and the partially-completed image is somewhere in this room, possibly in that pile of dirty clothes, and will be completed some happy day. Then the whole thing will be upgraded to the status of ready-to-be-released-but-not-released-yet.
We are in preliminary talks with a label to release a cd, Raw Power Of Myth. This is a label we hain’t worked with before. They have expressed interest, but do not seem overly eager, or maybe the recent holidays interfered with their attention to these matters. Hopefully, they like the tracks and decide to put the disc out.
We just finished recordings for a new one, The Celestial Life Of The Savages. At this moment, we haven’t determined the order of the tracks or which ones will be left out of the final version – certainly that one ridiculous, fifteen-minute drone will be an out-take – and we haven’t even started thinking about art. That one could be a Bandcamp release. Too soon to say.
Celestial Life is pretty much raging, reverbed, fuzz-guitar-heavy cock rock. Recording it was fun and we stand by it, but even as we were laying down tracks, we were thinking “After this, we gotta do something more varied”. Now, hearing Twin Infinities, which is all over the sound map, we’re getting inspired. Whatever happens next will be a schizophrenic salad of sonic slaughterhouse scraps. We started a project a couple years ago with the working title, The Hero With A Thousand Feces, which went the wrong way and was discarded. Now be the time to pick up the concept again.
We have barely started to accumulate material for a big, long concept piece –one of those single-track, seventy-five-minute slabs we do so well – which we’re calling Turning Trickster. Those huge pieces are a shit-load of work. It will get done, but it’ll be a while.
Goddamn. Sometimes, we here stuff we recorded some time back and are amazed. It’s impossible to really appreciate the work until sufficient time has passed. When we first record it, we’re too caught up in the creation and refining to have any ability to just sit back and hear it. Enough time has elapsed for this shaman to listen to Twin Infinities without any personal attachment. It’s good work. It’s a solid body of sound-art.
What else? Well, the laundry. Thinking about replacing the fucked-up passenger-side door on the little red truck. We haven’t played any shows in a long while – we wore out our welcome at every venue in town that was willing to let us play. Maybe we’ll find a performance space we’re allowed into sometime in the near future, but not necessarily so. Recent attempts to get a gig have not been fruitful.
Our taxidermist is dressing up some roadkill for us. No doubt those pieces will be incorporated into BDSR in some way. Stage props or some shit.
That’s about it. There’s possibly something else going on, but it escapes.