I was killing late night minutes by reading through pouring empty into the void - a collection of reviews of Hafler Trio material - when I came across a review of the entire trilogy in three parts. The writing was more personal than many of the other reviews, which were written for larger audiences (magazines, record shops, etc). And then I got to the final paragraph:
Deep into No More Twain, Of One Flesh: 11 Unequivocal Obsecrations, I was deep into trance and ripped apart by my own twain — two entities guiding and dividing my life right now — and had to fight my way out of such deep and frightening consciousness and back into the body. Scratches and cold medal were put to use to reinvigorate the breath and to bring myself down out of the super present to the merely present.
"Wow," I thought, "this guy had an experience similar to mine!"
And then I clicked on the source link - and it was, in fact, my own. April 6, 2004. What a wonderful, horrible spring.
And what the fuck has happened to my brain when I look back at many of the things produced / released at that time and wonder how the hell I could do that (and find time to write about it in fairly eloquent terms). Now I have a hard time making a single, simple, goddamn web page for a simple four track online album. How anyone's ever going to hear Like the city, we're bound to last is beyond me at this point.