For the first time in so many years, new uncle Jason Edgil (Mlac, The Dead People, Forest Porridge, Maita, Pre-Compass) went around with a tape recorder monitoring the public (and himself), concluding with a sonically-documented four-month trip to the West Coast.
"Oh yeah?" he asks a crazy person when she says she went to Haight-Ashbury to buy pantyhose and socks so she can be like Janis Joplin. Eating legal medicinal cookies and walking into Burger King to flirt with
a cute Sri Lankan girl (a 10), he records his encounter with her while a plastic hamster clanks off and on the table. "I was alone," he explained afterwards, "and I needed an excuse to talk to people. The tape recorder helped me with that, and with it I made sound friends."
On CALIFORNIA!!! (italicize CALIFORNIA!!! Scott), Jason makes odd farts and plays mouth trumpet, records a hate crime, battle-raps some cool kids, does some stand-up at now defunct Wiltsy's Bar in San Francisco...."My dad's mom killed herself," he sings on the toilet in what sounds like a lonely bathroom, "oh-wii-ooo, my dad's mom killed herself." He catches a bunkmate in his hostel super-snoring, cashes a couple CA lottery tickets for a guy with a ponytail in the liquor store he's working at, records the horn-honkings of a pennant-crazy San Francisco, and says the same shit over and over and under and over again.
On MICHIGAN!!! (ital), the most music-ridden disc in the Dog Cabin trilogy, Jason talks, makes up true lies: (I sold her ecstacy/ I sold her ecstacy for ten dollars a pill/ I bought 'em for ten dollars each), rattles i**-g*****s, records young women singin', plays mouth trumpet, samples Detroit Tiger's Manager Jim Leyland, records Chops' son repeating his favorite commercial, and more.
OREGON (ital), a limited release album, is to be sold exclusively on E-BAY. Comprised of five tracks, and a little under four minutes long, OREGON is mysterious and unable to be described.
"It's worth the two hundred bucks," Jason says.
I have the original Dog Cab cassette. I also have a limited edition tape of J. Edgil on acid having fun and then freaking out at a state park.
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I'll sell either tape to someone for 200 dollars or both for 350 if they're interested.
--Shaun