trivialad asked: You should probably listen to your proctologist, Tom.
He’s just gonna tell me I’m full of shit.
admiralbeamish asked: Good morning and thank you. A while ago I bought an I ONLY LISTEN TO THE MOUNTAIN GOATS tee and since I've been asked for random high fives and whether or not I am some bizarre goat whisperer. My question is whether the shirt is a binding contract?
It is. However, checking out, digging, grooving on, rocking out to, being moved by to the point of obsession with, or just enjoying other music is still perfectly fine under the terms of the shirt.
Someday my two-line bio for solo appearances, which is a companion piece to the I ONLY LISTEN TO THE MOUNTAIN GOATS shirt/tote bag, will emerge in the wild, and together we will all ponder what the third pillar of my Triforce of Exaggerated Claims ought to be.
I think of it more in ideological than musical terms. I don’t listen to teachers, politicians, policemen, meteorologists, tax collectors, money changers, prophets, profiteers, proctologists… only the Mountain Goats
NO GODS, NO MASTERS, ONLY THE MOUNTAIN GOATS
oh and maybe Neil deGrasse Tyson, he’s pretty awesome too.
Shortly after, I went to see the Mountain Goats at Space in Evanston, which is a beautiful, tiny venue with a grand piano. The piano is not important except to the folks who attended that show.
After the show, I waited in line to…
I tell people when they give me anything: “It takes me forever to get around to things.” Which it does. The only things I work quickly on are songs - those happen fast. Everything else just waits until some accidental moment happens and I get real amped up and say TIME TO DO THIS, LET’S ALL DO THIS and if it’s a big project then it takes a while and if it’s a new toy that’s been waiting for its moment then it gets this post.
so yeah. after the Evanston show on the duo tour, I was given this pedal, and I brought it home. I think I may have plugged it in once to check it out briefly, but to really get to know a pedal, you have to have a session with it.
just now me and a certain two and a half year old went down to the basement with this pedal, a T-Rex Bloody Mary distortion, an Orange Tiny Terror, and a G&L ASAT.
THANK YOU, YOUNG THOUSANDS EFFECTS, FROM THE BOTTOM OF OUR VOLUME-LOVING HEARTS, FOR THE OUTSTANDING EXPERIENCE WE HAD OVER THE PAST HALF-HOUR. I foresee long hours tweaking the configuration (should I put an overdrive in the chain? just because? maybe?) in The Future, which is a nebulous time constrained by All The Other Stuff, but anyway. it is a remarkable delay and ‘verb with an infinite repeats option and seriously appealing funereal doom applications. simply wonderful.
THIS RULES, THANK YOU. May your pedals find players across the earth!
p.s. no we didn’t turn it up loud enough to do any further damage to grown-up ears or initial damage to young ones so be of good cheer.
My heart is swelling with unfathomable joy right now.