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B.E. Waxwheel:
Every Caroliner release since the first one has had the band's own savings going into it as the sole sore source, so of course there is a practical or penny-pinching aspect to the record's appearance. Notice that we by and large forego the printed cardboard sleeve... Our advice to the Caroliner fan or two who might be won anew by this interview is to go out and buy your great Caroliner record along with some worthless cardboard record of modern music by Lisa Melt or Linda Rooster. You will hear right away the difference in the sound. You can throw that other record away and save the cardboard part. You can slip our record into it. Just go ahead and make your own cover for yourself. Your record will last longer, and we would like to see one hundred records of modern garbage displaced and thrown away for every hundred Caroliner records out there... Also, our records are full of advice about activities or reënactments of history to perform in your mind for the viewer. To give the full flavor of history some of the original records contained garbage, but we halted this for the purpose of travelling... Some of those early records, with the heat of the sun in a closed travelling space begin to stink and we just wouldn't have any of it. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone or any other of the travelling we used to do. Moulded bread for the road or nothing.
Allogro Stickatto:
Do you know the price of common goods? We have to make do. Vegetables are a luxury that only the very rich can afford. A blanket of the commonest sort cannot be obtained for less than forty-five dollars. If you want warmth included it's one hundred!
To what extent does the group's live manifestation differ from its recorded one?
The Buttonup Skeleton:
Twice now you have asked about this manifestation which question just leads me by the nose into a great rolling vista of confusion. This is the land that Louie and Clark fell apart on... Some fella ought to write the book of how they tripped over themselves when they came across the goofy cartoon cosmic land and all alterations to the world map were halted. Western just a big blank spot... Let it stay dark and full of Indians. That would certainly be better than the wreck we are in now. But as for this manifestation... In our live appearance, it is first of all necessary for the band to be all in one place, which I understand is not similarly necessary with the modern recording techniques. I have developed the technique to let myself travel through space, allowing me to stay in my wintery home even while participating in the band... Drain from me a pint of blood and guide me gently to the prepared bed with coal and ice and goose shit. All sharp objects have been removed. A tremendous noise sprillows the weakened mind and, where a moment ago I was lying in my bed in my kitchen, now I am up there on the grand Hialtro hotel stage and I am appreciated by the world for my musical dancing ability. So you can see that now I don't need to leave my house for anybody. My bed is a total world. Throw out all the maps. Nobody needs a map of their bedspread.
Allogro Stickatto:
This reference designates nothing whatsoever in the object, but here the subject feels himself how he is affected by the presentation. Through certain external signs, by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, and forms expressed in words, hands on to others a general contagion. One clarity is exchanged for another. Our music is always live, but sometimes you can't hear it that way. Live coals in etching are not even scantly hot. Only history is recorded. It's about the same, but more dangerous. Things get confusing really fast once we've unloaded all of our tools and mess kits into a new place. We've supplied walls and fixtures in the throw tent of our own minds, half constructed from cerebral bark, and leaves of the forehead.
What did the members of Caroliner occupy themselves with during the four year hiatus following the Lower Intestinal Clocks And Gut printing incident?
Allogro Stickatto:
All of us learned new instruments, and now it's a new band. Some of us built sleds to make transportation easier. In addition, someone started writing poetry, but again there is no paper. One had occupied himself counting the contents of our tinder box, and this may have been the exact same poet! Incomprehesible and fruitless endeavors all.
"We can make liquor to sweeten our lips
Of pumpkins and parsnips and walnut-tree chips."
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