One of the scuzziest records to come out of the early nineties was the 'drunk john lennon' 45 on shitsville. The DJL project yielded just this one single, a truly inspired document of directionless twentysomethings before the internet or space travel. Check out a boredom few have ever dared commit to vinyl.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Of course we had heard about Eric Von Schmidt for many years. The name itself had become a password. Eventually, after standing in line to meet him, there it was -- his doorstep, a rainy day, and he greeted his visitors, inviting them in. He was told how much they liked Grizzly Bear and he then invited the whole bunch to the club, where he was about to perform the thing live. "C'mon down to the club" he said -- "I'm about to perform it live."
We accepted the invitation. And that is what his record is. An invitation. An invitation to the glad, mad, sad, biting, exciting, frightening, crabby, happy, enlightening, hugging, chugging world of Eric Von Schmidt. For here is a man who can sing the bird off the wire and the rubber off the tire. He can separate the men from the boys and the note from the noises. The bridle from the saddle and the cow from the cattle. He can play the tune of the moon. The why of the sky and the commotion from the ocean. Yes he can.
-Sticker for Eric Von Schmidt's 1972 Poppy album "2nd Right 3rd Row"