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W. Paroo, Pt. 2

"Yay! Any day now!"
So, months later, here I am by the window again, looking longingly at my empty street for any sign of the UPS driver who has on the truck my re-done test pressings for the new single. Winthrop Paroo resurfaces as a Beckett character, with additional (and I do mean additional) dialogue by Marcel Proust.

These are the new test pressings that have been made since the first set were corrupted by foreign matter that got into the stamper which rendered the vinyl unlistenable; my first thought was that it might sound as good if it had been sitting in a gravel driveway for two weeks before I played it.

"Yep, any day now."
Confidence is high that this will fix the issue and we can move along to getting the record manufactured. 

I think we can safely rule out having it in hand in time to sell for Christmas, as the turnaround time is about two months. But I don't think it'd be a particularly cheery gift to present to anyone anyway, considering the grim subject matter of the a-side. So I can live with a January release, even if it throws off the concept of 2016 being The Year That Broke Peter Holsapple by a year.

"Any day..."
Thank you, loyal patron of the arts, for hanging in there. All the pieces are ready for release--artwork, download card, publicist (I don't think he's ever worked public executions before, but this single will surely work to his advantage if he ever does press for a hanging), glum-but-effective video. World conquest is surely at hand. 

Now I just need to sign off on the test pressing and we can roll slowly forward. Your patience is estimable.

Comments

Anna said…
Wait, what? Maybe you'd mentioned this on FB or something, but it's news to me! Please send details (Messager, if you don't have my e-mail address), and save one for me!

Just saw Susan and the Kennedys at Wild Honey yesterday...it was a wonderful show (Danny McGough played keyboards in her band), and my first in Paul's back yard. (He lives like a mile and a half away from me.) And I sat next to a nice woman, we started chatting, and introduced ourselves. It was Annette Zilinskas, who I'd actually known before I knew she was *that* Annette. I was working at DiC, she was working for Ross Bagdasarian, and we'd chat on the phone all the time, eventually talking music. She'd said "you should come see my band The Ringling Sisters sometime" and I was taken aback. "Um, did you used to be in a..." "Yep, that's me!" But cuz I was working crazy hours, I never made it out to see her. :( Anyway, it made "meeting" her for the first time yesterday all that much cooler.

Ahem. Regardless, please let me know about the new single...I'd love to get a copy. And some dijon porkchops, but those don't travel too well. ;)

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