Κυριακή, 23 Δεκεμβρίου 2007

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"So why do you hate computers?"
We tried explaining the humorous intentions of our t-shirt logo, featuring a no laptops symbol lifted from an airplane safety manual, to the tech-friendly thirteen-year old standing at our merch table.
"You see we don't hate laptops. We're simply trying to show that Holy Fuck make music without laptops... in a kinda cool, funny way." He obviously wasn't understanding our neo-Neanderthal music invasion.
Everything we recorded so far, although captured live-off-the-floor with our lo-tech Casios and kids toys, was recorded straight into a computer. Hell, even the damn no laptops t-shirt logo was made on a laptop.
We realized then that it was maybe time to accept our robot counterparts. Unfortunately, this acceptance came a few days late. As if in some crafty karmic gesture my own personal laptop was stolen from the band room at a gig we played in Toronto only days later. Get it, no laptops? And even worse theToronto Globe and Mail printed a small piece about the theft, incorrectly stating that it was an important instrument needed to make our music. I did lose a good number of spreadsheets; so at least the journalist had good intentions.
It seems that the final blow from the computer world came this past month. I think the words were "severe head crash" as I was handed back the contents of our crashed hard drive by the employee at a data recovery house. "You'll be pleased to find that there are only a few corrupt files."When he said a few he must have meant something like 2156 corrupt files: all my personal four track archiving, dozens of my own demos and new studio recordings, an entire three days worth of recording in a barn with our friend and MC Beans, and every overdub we did on our new Holy Fuck record, including a smoke filled session with Mars Volta keyboardist Ikey Owens (seriously, some real Sun Ra shit). Staring at the computer screen when I got home was like staring at the harsh sunlight through a moth eaten curtain.
Probably should've backed it up. I can imagine the thirteen-year old staring back in disgust.
After a brief departure to the caves of Southern Ontario, where we grew noble beards, ate squirrels and wild berries, we've now returned to our modern technical world to once again work on the record. I even bought a new laptop, from which I am writing right now.
So to conclude, be careful what remarks and witty logos you may make against computers. They are smarter than us. Sorry for the delay in producing our new record. Here are some downloadable live MP3s we hope you will like:
here
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