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Right, if we're Doing the ludicrous Speculative thing might as well do it right. Desert sessions style octuple album, it's the only way. Mescaline and tequila fuelled fortnight long wig out with various ringers - I'll go for mats gustafson, bring back jim, bob bert and scalvados, mike watt, Lydia lunch, samara whatshername for some strings, zeena Parkins, mike Patton and James chance, record everything, make some actual songs, some no wave skronkery, slacker grunge, free squawking nonsense, left field pop, kraut groove trance, stick it on eight slabs of 200g vinyl in a bespoke box made to look like a jazz master. Get mascis in for a couple too. And whichever beat poets are still alive - ferlenghetti perhaps? Go for broke, condense all 30 years into 14 unhinged days. Sonic life.
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