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08/03/2005 Archived Entry: "New music = new therapy..."

I can't survive without my music, I don't know how anyone can. I happened upon The Real Tuesday Weld in the most peculiar way. And I really don't know much about them; who they are and where they're from, I mean. Sometimes that doesn't even matter. Why should it? I like what I hear and it's often totally unrelated to what I'm looking at.

On one of my odd whims I was watching musical animations at Atom Films, another online site that hosts all sorts of movies and animations, both indie and commercial. So guess which animation I found...?

..."Bathtime in Clerkenwell". It was fun, it had an old black and white sound. How can something "sound" black and white? Hell, I don't know, it just did and so was the animation mostly. All I know is what I was once told. Okay, it was more than fun, it was a total trip and it didn't make any degree of sense until my curiosity followed the white rabbit.

So down the rabbit hole I went and found their world (or should I say "weld"?). They love to ramble just like me, so just a moment ago I bought "I, Lucifer". I want to hear it all for myself, in order, so I can soon after play with "The Return of the Clerkenwell Kid" in my mind. Even their sound rambles, but in a good way. Like how Creedence Clearwater Revival used to.

"Let's go this way... Oo, what's over here?..."

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