Biography
One night Johnson, Coley and I were sitting in the back yard with a bucket of fresh sangria and a few bongloads of some very righteous boo. I'd brought out a box of my live Sonic Youth tapes and we were arguing about Lee Ranaldo's tongue vectors in the third quadrant of 'Society is a Hole' (Folk City, NYC 12/1/82) when one of T. Moore's downstrokes caught our attention. We ran the tape back and listened to the passage a few times. The subtly monstrous and mindless GUSH with which T. Moore hit the 'E' chord made it obvious that his playing was not coming out of a complete spiritual void. this was a real revelation. It meant that he capable of actually unclenching his brain and loosing demons of soul creativity.
Because we hate to see ANYONE lackeyed to jive-ass, pop-structure, white-man a-motionalism, a plan was immediately spun for freeing T. Moore from the shackles of Peggy Lee-descended dogshit that were obviously choking off his TRUE HUMAN FORCE. Deciding which hominid cudgels might be best wielded against these procedural chains was a lead pipe cinch. Who but Jim Sauter and Don Dietrich? These two men are the freest, loudest, swingin'est white motherfuckers to ever jaw-cleave an industrial strength reed. Their work with Borbetomagus has long been a raucous fountain of tonal explosion and aesthetic purity, as well as a black-gloved fist up the diz of all conservative musical architects. If anyone could blow the lock off of T. Moore's creational emo-safe, Jim and Don were it.
The rest was a snap. I had my agent get in touch with all the parties. She explained the points of our proposal in no uncertain terms. The results are
presented here. Two free men meet a slave. Everyone goes home barefoot. Right-fuckin'on.
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