Many people are here. There are six just inside the door. There are another five in the kitchen. There are countless others on the deck. You may recognise Henry Muth, Julian Brown, Andrew Henry, Blake Howard, Brian Cram, Jason Clarke and Jason Baird. Jesse Baird, Dave Clark, Scott Good, Colin Couch, Dan Salvendy, Orrin Baird, Brodie West and Fiona Stewart are here. Don't be alarmed at the Hauntings by Ruben Huizenga and Scott Apted along with Bram Creighton. Andrew Downing, Mighty Joe Philips, Serena Jost and James Duncan have not passed out yet. That is Doug Tielli coming out from behind the curtains. Craig Barnes, Dale Morningstar, Blaine Johnston and Brenndan McGuire are recording the whole thing.
As they get older, GUH is completing their transformation from an eccentric oddity...into a national institution that will eventually take its place amongst the Kronos Quartet or the Art Ensemble of Chicago as great innovators misunderstood in their own time.
Exclaim Magazine - James Keast October 1999.
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This could be the GUH you're after. This is the one that has as it's first recording something called "Indurge Gwah" . That may have been in 1992 depending on how you look at things. Great and terrible events have taken place since then and while they happened GUH played and worked and even slept.
In someone's possesion is an album called "Fanky Baby Madstar" featuring the oldest GUH known plus the beginnings of it's quiet expansion. While wandering around Europe a great number of songs and song ideas were conceived then given birth to on a simply titled 3 CD set. "GUH" was on people's minds.
This band marched and busked and played weddings and played for silent movies and played in art galleries and played during street parties and played at student recitals and played for big birthdays and played with modern dancers and played hockey games and played for beer and sandwiches at diners. This band played in bars.
There was more to be taken in. "Flog" was not only something to do it was something to be done. Not to death perhaps but done just enough to get that warm glow of transcendance.
Trying to remember something here...
An old feeling was recalled on "We Are Sunburning" and with it came a crawl through the Gulf Islands of that British Columbia resulting in the surprise "Live GUH". That is all that they have done since remembering to. Now there will be an offering of something buried, something hidden. Push the buttons here! "United Nations Earth Education" has shuddered into your earballs and the quaking continues as long as you can focus on the ground and sky...
What's goin' on .Guh.? Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux.
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