Krestovsky, SDR, & Ben Jonson (with Erin and Allison working/existing as spoken word chanteuses and overall muses)
Influences
Billy Joel's "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant," The Band, the sensitivity and funk swagger of Belle and Sebastian, Coffee, Pencils, Lust, The Fantastic Bushmen, The Equestrians, Silver Joos' "Starlite Walker," Blakk Sweat, Maynard Ferguson, The Campfire Schoolgirlz, "Lady Marmalade," Supertramp, Isley Brothers, ELO, CCR, ELO a la Prince: a.k.a. "Fury," and Hank Levy.
Sounds Like
"Preserving the Mindshield" by The (Anderson) Knaves, King Crimson, The Doors, Guided by Voices' "Vampire on Titus," Live/Dead's "Dark Star," and "White Light / White Heat" by the Velvet Underground
Krestovsky moonlighting with SDR (of the Agrarians)... played in various Baltimore ensembles over the years (The Fantastic Bushmen, Blakk Sweat, etc.)... now, settling into rigorous domesticities... both working for the common goode and soundtracking their lives (together and separately). Think Crosby/Nash or Riley/Cale or Sumner/Marr. Not at all Stills/Young.
When I came here to give you kudos on a heartwarming/creepy Gay Cruise video, I remembered that this page is the only place the people of the world can hear "Musk," which is such a tragedy.
great song, wacked footage, very entertaining and avant garde in every way to say the least... i like this movie . i'll put it on the mt6page tonight... also, a little redesign still in progress at www.mt6records.com
do you think mr richard really has respect for your work?
listened to a bit a ben e king's blues... great track. its better than sex, ...with either of you, i'm certain. great song. heh. a classic example of the icehole being greater than the sum of its parts.
Art is vomit, uncontainable, trajectory’d, hurried up by fever. Think only to the projectile vomiting of children and addicts to ascertain its “naturalness” in the cosmick tremelo of all things. Art is a ridding, no more. To scoop forth another man’s vomit and label it parcel of one’s own: that is not art. One’d as well do to collect scabs and make a mosaickal history of this sad world. Yea, to fall to the earth dog-like and purge oneself well, that is the function of art. - Claude Aspère
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