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Allogro Stickatto:
Most of the time is spent in the cabin. An occasional trip to the woodshed is not enough to make any one of us an outsider. Even in the summertime, our sonorities blend most fully in an enclosed space. How can a prisoner reach outside, except through his bars?
The Buttonup Skeleton:
We spend most of the time outside, if that is what you are asking. Some time spent outside sitting and following the east-west rotation of the sun with the eyes for a couple revolutions might settle some of the delusions of your previous question. However, say there is a one-tenth fraction of the day of average member spent indoors, that is probably the time spent playing music. We have tried to bring the band outdoors resulting in some neighbors complaint and guilt time. There was also a mosquito swarm on a river raft that was unsuited to "band" worthiness, and showed disdain with ropes shrugging away their use. So no, to answer your question, we are fully an indoors band.
Cottypeariley:
It may be easiest for your audience to appreciate us as "Country-Western" since that works on so many levels for the people of the moderne era. if you wish to label and price us at this point by all means, use the barb rope and the pegging pew.
What are your impressions of the US music underground since Caroliner started?
Allogro Stickatto:
Stories of secret underground passages are more often than not fables, and always a waste of time. The best underground sounds are when a piece of dynamite helps loosen up the rocks. It doesn't matter if it is played in a music hall or on a porch, most music is terrible. You BEG for an elaboration? Most music is terrible if somebody bothered to write a lot about it.
Thalamusk:
These musical ensembles run their course pulling their own weight with a sleight of hand, making some monetary finds amongst the unread, doing time on a stage, and ultimately (thankfully) leaving. Anything since 1908 has been almost entirely forgettable. You can ask us about the above ground and underground, both seem of the same cloth if they are presenting things that others have presented musically. Doesn't seem like a way to spend a life thinking about this sort of thing.
Cottypeariley:
Not sure what Caroliner you refer to, the original singing bull or its commemerative act Caroliner Rainbow Forest from a Cur's Ear. Mayhaps this question is a trifle or sidestep?
How has the landscape changed over the decades? How has Caroliner's relationship with it changed?
Thalamusk:
I would go swimming, also, and now the changed landscape has less water on it. So there is a change in my relationship right there.
Cottypeariley:
It's more a question of asking us how certain clubs that we've played more than once may have treated us. Did they treat us well? Perhaps. Most likely they have treated us twice.
The Buttonup Skeleton:
First of all, you have those stripe mines coming into the landscape. I think there is some kind of plot by the "new weird" folks to derange the mind. I see a stripe painted on every building, some areas about the height of a man. Aimed to fool you into seeing some kind of boundary between man and the upper parts of the world. Supposed to keep your eyes focused downward, on the flyspeck on the wallet.
Allogro Stickatto:
If you've served me once, you've served me for the last time. You've served me twice: the first time and the last time. We've eaten most of the trees with our terminus termite crucio ovo ante meridian sotto vocce plan.
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