The flawless motion of the celestial bodies has always confused me. How do they work that shit out with all this abundant chaos and clumsy interstitial garbage floating around and colliding like a bunch of malfunctioning droids bent for disaster? I mean the masters could dream symphonies into existence in an afternoon in a Prague graveyard or some sundrenched Viennese foothill and I’m supposed to figure this shit out in East Vancouver as trash fumes leak into the sky and orange cranes unload cubic toxins of poison for the neighbours? There was a purer time, right? A time when art and the cosmos commingled like nubile hairless lovers in an impossible pantomime. And I say impossible because there ain’t no way that nubile bodies collide without it getting messy or primal dissonances issue out into the gaping essence of space. Nothing was ever pure, all the sand was laced with vaseline and the whole thing was destroyed before it began. More importantly who plays the fucking flute anymore? There was a recording session back at The Surgery Studio when Doc was at the decks that he suggested that we bring in a flautist to help ‘soften some of the textures’ of the sound and I relented because Doc was donating the studio time but Jesus goddamn Christ we’re not Jethro Tull. What world is this? Total garbage. But it made me think about why those stupid instrument event exist? I guess people had a lot of lathes handy and enough time to be totally casual about blowing into tubes with a bunch of other dudes dressed in terrible suits? With that in mind it’s hard not to see how far society has progressed. And yet, despite the obviously ridiculous instrumentation and the terrible clothing, those motherfuckers were onto something vis a vis the cosmos and it pisses me off that I can’t figure it out. The Chemical Spray communed with our fans by making so much fucking noise that people left the room and hopefully left the city with a blind haste. But those powdered wigs of yore made something beautiful. I wonder if we ever made anything beautiful.