Thursday, September 27, 2007
An open letter to the "media" from our concierge, Mr. Lloyd Van Talmadge
The Star Apple Kingdom, label home to Future Clouds and Radar, has asked that all media personel, around the world, read the following letter. Its kind of important
Dear Highly Regarded Media Entity,
Your penchant for brazen, savvy wordplay invigorates me! I am Lloyd Van Talmadge, the Buenos Aries born, Austin Texas based art dealer (better known to the good people of Austin as "Lloyd Who Realizes") and as sole heir to the VanTalmadge bauxite empire have often been accused, with some justification, of being a naer -do-well playboy whose only real accomplishment has been assembling the world's largest collection of historically significant false teeth (Baron Von Richthoffen, Maime Eisenhower). But March 4th of this year my life changed. For on that sultry evening, as the guest of one Dr. Hideous Jackson, I bore witness to a back yard musical happening so emotionally riveting and psychologically excavating, that I finally saw my life for what it was - a pointless charade- a hollow display of self loathing. And I vowed then and there to summon my estimable resources to make certain the entire world could one day hear the band who played before me, Future Clouds and Radar!
Future Clouds and Radar are lead by Robert Harrison- yes the same Robert Harrison who disappeared four years ago along with the rest of the ill-fated Cotton Mather rock n' roll hunting party into a particularly perilous region of the Schwarzwald. Although in the ensuing years reports of his whereabouts have trickled in as infrequently and unreliably as Yeti sightings, it would seem that he did survive something quite calamitous, and then nestled into the Texas Hill Country (many miles south of Austin) with a band of "rag-tag loyalists" with whom he contrived to record a double album "comeback" so stunning that it will surely be remembered as a monument to the age.
What prompts me to make such a ridiculous claim you ask? For starters, this epic journey of loss, betrayal, regeneration and redemption moves from one mini-universe to another with such genre busting ease that one must wonder at times whether its creators are consciously thumbing their noses at artistic convention, or merely following their own organic, adroit and peculiar muse who happens to have a fantastically varied wardrobe. But whether these are the scribblings of madmen or the gilded craft of wily artisans the results are dazzling. Many of us close the records find ourselves absolutely overcome by a desperate paralytic nostalgia for the music while the music is playing. ( the Germans must have a term for that). And at other times still I find the songs make me feel as optimistic and frisky as a grizzly cub cavorting on the first day of Spring.
Have I gotten your attention? Does your intrepid inner gumshoe detect a crack in the case of 21st century melancholy? Then listen to Future Clouds and Radar! Really listen. Don't just skip about and try to find a good reason to remove it from your desk. It belongs in your home, in the living room perched on a red pillow next to the picture of Grandfather. And YOU are uniquely qualified to make a public defense of this work- this poignant exercise in dark beauty.
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Sincerely
Lloyd "Who Realizes" Van Talmadge
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