We are what we
pretend to be, so we must be careful what
we pretend to be. ~Kurt Vonnegut
About a year ago, my
friend Dylan put together a hip-hoppish LP
called Astral Projection,
a sample-heavy first-person narrative of
fast fame and even faster fall told through
the persona of Gold Hick, a flaming out glam
rapper. Some call it electroclash; the Bowie
influence is obvious. At the time, I had
come into a little money and used a good
chunk of it to publish the record under the
newly minted label Lonely Clone. I wasn't
wild about the cover, but I believed that
the artist should have full creative control
over the product, so I rolled with it.
Well, it turns out I don't have much of a
head for business or promotion, so here it
is one year later and I've got boxes of
records looking for a home. I still stand
behind the music (especially the wicked
Burroughs-style imagist lyrics), and I'm
still unhappy with the cover, so today I
started a program of creative defacement.
Standing on our little balcony, I
spraypainted the first four of what will be
a continuing series of Gold Hick Variations,
which you can view by
mousing and clicking the standard covers
above. It's not intended as any
kind of insult, I just think they look
better f'd up.
They're for sale at the usual price. You can
order here; just
please be sure to specify which # Variation
you want.
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