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Let it Skronk! Email from Tom: 19th Feb 2003

 


hey john

got your last two mails, they have convinced me to pursue with continually - conitinuity - continuously - stumbling up the ramshackle patchwork path im headed along at the minute...
i too have octagonal eyes from looking into the dull blue glow of the pc monitor, spent all last night learning (yes folks i was putting facts into my brain and they were becoming organised and yea understandable and even the possibility of acting upon them) about wavs and mp3s and how to use them to blow up and mangle economies and infractures.... there are some very helpful places online, where you camn go and look at all these messages people have left for each other if theyve got stuck with something going wrong on their computer, really does give the illusion of community... course these cyberforums generally deal with cyberissues, but there is a plethora of information all the same. Anyway i'm filled to the brim with pointless knowledge, and can now underrstand even the pickiest argument about the inaudible quality difference between a variable bitrate joint stereo mp3 encoded with no bypass filter at a maximum 360kbps, and a wax cylinder. Go on, ask me anything! course soon as i get out of this room i'm fucked...
i do feel like i've achieved something -i'm happy to announce my first ever vinyl rip (of a trumans water 7") and now i can share all the weird wonderful records there are with the pseudonymous geezers who lurk out there in Estonia and Argentina, fetishising over noisy things... more of them and that in an envelope.....

whilst i remember theres a real world, go and have a look at
http://www.schnews.org.uk/
for an anarchistic frisson....

really fucking miss you down here john, there are so many things to share i know you'd love, i'm not up to dealing with it all on my tod, all these new mad things but in isolation without yrself, a bit hollow.... i've written some articles out and if you'd like i can send them as attatchments to these emails, but theyre not really the same as talking about things then gettying fucked off and making better noises ourselves/better places for our heads to be. miss you like the hiars on my neck going up.

shouts from lea, tron and the crew.

love
tom

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