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let's begin with the bouquet from michael merck to be laid where terry rests,

THE WASTE LAND BY T.S. ELIOT BY MICHAEL MERCK
21090282

i keep thinking there is a tool somewhere

to the place of no return

the taste land

the fire's ermine

birds' unsets

For Terry Plumming

		1 Burial of the Dead
April is the Lilacs out of Memory, breeding the dead mixing desire
Dull roots of the cruellest  month, stirring with spring rain.
and land Winter kept us forgetful
warm, covering Earth in feeding A little life with dried tubers.
snow Summer surprised us, 
coming over in the colonnade, we stopped And went into a shower
And drank, and talked for an hour.
{Trying hard to see} in rain of sunlight: the {Hard garden of} coffee {had been
elected by the Russian-come-stamina of a milk wetted Dutch mustache}
And when we were With children My cousin was frightened.
he took me out on a sled,
ANd I, He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight [to] 's. And down we went.
In the mountains I read, 
there you feel free much of the night, and go south in the winter.

What are the roots of that stony rubbish?
clutch this Son of man branches out grow what You cannot say,
or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images,
And the dead tree relief,
And the dry stone no sound.
where the sun beats There is shadow,
the cricket gives no shelter,
Only of water under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock).
And I will show you Your shadow at morning  Or your shadow at evening,
different from either
something striding to meet you, rising behind you; in a handful of dust.
I will show you fear[,] 'You gave me the hyacinths first[...]
		{First went the Wind
		Then  your Hazmat was 
		Mine Kerchief Kind
		Woe Whilest did you?}
a year ago; 'They called me the hyacinth girl."
Yet we came back, late, from the garden,
Your arms hyacinth full, and your hair wet,
I could not Speak when my eyes failed, I knew nothing Looking into the heart of neither Living nor dead,
and I was the silence and light {of the seer of mirrorshit}.

Madame So so tryst Had a bad cold, 
famous clairvoyante, nevertheless, is known to be With a wicked pack of cards.
the wisest woman in Europe. 
Here, said she, Is your card (s implied),
(Those) Sailor of situations,
the drowned are pearls that were his eyes. Look!
Here is the lady of The Lady Belladonna,
Here is the man with the Rocks, 
And here is the one-eyed Wheel,
three staves and hear the merchant,
and this card, Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, Which I am forbidden to see.
I do not find The Hanged crowds of people.
I see Man walking around in a Thank you ring so careful [of] the horoscope.
If you see dear Mrs. Etiquette,  Tell her I bring Fear [of] death by water.
One must be myself; these days.

Unreal City,
Under a brown crowd of fog flowed over I had thought, 
winter dawn, A London Bridge,
death had undone so many, so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, And each man fixed Followed up To where Saint stroke,
         With a dead sound, stopped him crying before his feet were exhaled;
	'Stetson!" on the final of nine.
his eyes kept the hours down the hill and King William Street,
There I saw one I knew, Mary Woolnoth, and 'You who [were] with me in the ships in your garden!'
'at Mylae, That corpse you planted last year, Has it begun to sprout?
        Will it bloom this year? Or has the sudden frost kept the dog far hence?'
'O disturbed its bed? that's a friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You hypocrite lecteur! –{my own knife} –{my bane}!'

		2 A Game of Chess
The Chair she sat in Glowed on the marble Held up by standards from which
a golden glass with fruited vines peeped out,
(Another had his eyes like a burnished throne, where the glitter Wrought 
Cupidon Doubled the flames Reflecting light upon her jewels)
The sevenbranched candelabra behind his wing rose to meet it,
From satin cases behind his wing poured, in rich profusion, vials of ivory
Unstoppered.
and of the table, as In, coloured glass, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes[.]
Unguent, powdered, or liquid– And drowned from the troubled, confused 
window,
freshened the sense in odours; stirred by the fattening air these ascended
In the prolonged candle-flames That flung their smoke into the pattern,
the laquearia Stirring on the coffered ceiling.
framed by the coloured Huge sea-wood burned green and orange, swam a
carved copper dolphin In sad light,
fed with a stone Which above the antique mantle was displayed as though 
a window gave upon the sylvan scene The change of Philomel,
So rudely forced.
yet there by the barbarous king the nightingale Filled all the desert with 
the still world And other withered stumps of time
And [with] inviolable voice she cried 'Jug Jug' to dirty ears;
words Were told upon the walls,
the room enclosed, footsteps shuffled under the brush, 
Under her hair the firelight pursues staring forms,
leaning out, Leaning, hushing,
fiery points Spread out,
Glowed into then on the stair in.
and still would be savagely still.

'My nerves are bad to-night. 'Speak to me
Yes, bad. Why do you ever speak thinking.
Stay with 'What are you thinking of?
What thinking me?
Speak What.
me. 
'I never know what What you are Think thinking.'

I think we are the dead men Where lost their bones in rats' alley.

'What is that noise?'
			The wind under Nothing.
'What is the wind doing? What is that now noise?'
			again, Nothing nothing.
							'Do
'You know remember? Do you see the door?'
'Do you nothing Nothing?
       I remember[!]
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you nothing in your head? Is there, or not, alive?

'O It's so elegant
'O So intelligent
'O what shall I Shakespeherian?
'What, shall I walk the street?
'O that I do now, With my hair down so
'I shall rush out as I am and do–Rag the hot water at ten. 
[But] 'What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever play Pressing lidless eyes waiting for a knock upon the game
of chess.
And And and, if it rains, a closed door car at four.

When I didn't mince my words, Lil's husband got demobbed, Now Albert's coming 
back,
I said to her myself,
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
I said– make yourself a bit smart, He'll want to know what you done with You teeth.
he gave you the army of four years, that money, 
he wants a good time,
To get yourself some.
Have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
I can't bear to look at you.
He did, I was there. He said, I swear,
I said, and think [of] poor Albert, 
He's been in And if you don't give it him, there's others will
I said. Oh is there, she said.
Something o' that Then I'll know who to thank, I said, she said, and g[a]ve me a
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.      [(}straight look[)]
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, You ought to be ashamed, I said
it won't be for lack of telling to be so antique. (And her only thirty-one)
I can't help it, she said, It's them pills, she said.
pulling a long face, I took to bring it off,
(She's had five already and nearly died of young George The chemist.)
it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool said, I said.
Well, If Albert won't leave you alone, HURRY UP PLEASE, get married
for if you don't want TIME alone there it is, I said,
ITS children?
Well, that Sunday, they had a hot Albert gammon, And they asked me to dinner,
What you was home [?]
,to get the beauty of it – hot––ITS HURRY
HURRY UP PLEASE UP PLEASE ITS TIME TIME
Goodnight.

		3 The Fire's Ermine
The river's tent is Clutch and Crosses
the brown land departed.
the last broken fingers sink into the wet unheard.
The wind of leaf nymphs are [a] Sweet bank.
The river Thames bears my song,
empty ends, bottles Silk, sandwich papers handkerchiefs, cardboard cigarette, boxes of testimony, 
no run softly till I end, Or other summer nights.
The nymphs are departed.
And their directors,
the loitering City of heirs,
have left no addresses. Departed[.]

By the waters of Leman A rat crept softly
I sat down and wept...
Sweet Thames, Sweet Thames, run softly, run softly till I end my song, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a rattle of chuckle spread the bones [in a] cold blast,
I hear from ear to ear, The the, and
through the vegetation
its slimy belly Dragging on the bank.
While fishing my brothers wreck, in the dull my father's death before him,
        [a] White naked gashouse On a winter evening,
I was the canal Musing round upon the king 
And on the king bodies on the low damp ground
And behind the bones, year to year, time to time,
        I hear The sound of motors and horns cast in a Rattled rat's foot,
        which shall bring a little low dry garret.
But only at my back from Sweeny to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And her daughter
They wash their feet in soda water
{if you have a child's chant now is the time to couple!}

Twit Jug
So Tereu rudely forc'd.

Unreal City
Under the brown fog of Mr. Unshaven, a winter noon with a pocket full of currants Asked me To luncheon
the merchant documents at sight the violet hour at the Cannon Street Hotel
when in demotic French, Followed by a weekend, Turn upward the eyes and back.
At the desk, when the human engine waits Like a throbbing taxi,
I, though blind when between two lives, can see At the violet hour;
throbbing breasts that strive, Tiresias female, wrinkled evening,
the Old man brings the sailor home from combinations
waiting with typist food,  
sea The home at teatime
Homeward clears her lights, and lays out perilously spread[s] touched by the sun's rays,
Her drying Out of the window hour
and Her stove On the divan
piled Stockings are slippers, camisoles, and stays in tins.
I Tiresias, (at night her bed) with wrinkled d[r]ugs
and foretold the expected guest–– the scene
the old man  Perceived the rest I too awaited.
He, carbuncular, young man arrives the small house As a silk hat assurance
A agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
low of the One millionaire guesses whom sits on a hat.
The time is now propitious as The meal has ended,
she is bored, and he tired [of] Endeavors to engage her in caresses Which are still unreproved,
        if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults His vanity hands Exploring encounter no response,
defence, at once, requires no welcome of indifference.
And makes [the] bed [instead].
(I Tiresias have Enacted all foresuffered on this same divan;
I who have sat by Thebes and walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows a final patronising kiss, 
And gropes the stairs, finding his unlit way. . .

She turns and, Hardly aware of Her brain, looks a moment in the glass of her departed lover;
allows one half-formed thought to pass;
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over."
 her room again, alone, Paces about to folly on the gramophone,
stoops her hair with automatic hand And smoothes lovely her She.

'This music crept by me upon the waters'
O City city, I can sometimes hear
The pleasant walls Where the Martyr lounge
And a clatter of Inexplicable Ionian white
and gold noon whining of a public bar
a chatter from within
along And Beside splendour and fishermen
Street, Street Strand Of Lower mandolin.

	The river sweats woman
	Oil barges drift
	and tar the turning tide
	With Red sails Wide
	To spar leeward, heavy on the swing.
	Past the Isle of Dogs
	Drifting logs reach
	The Green Down
	w[h]ich the barges wash The record
				{Well la tee da la dee day}

	Elizabeth Beating Leicester
	and oars The stern was formed
	A gilded gold shell
	brisk Red swell
	and The shores Rippled
	both wind South west
	Carried down stream
	The peal of White towers
	bells
				{Well la tee da la dee day}

	'Trams bore me
	and dusty trees Undid me.
	I raised my knees
	Supine on the floor of the narrow canoe.'
	'My feet are at my heart.
	After the event He wept.
	He promised, "a new start."
	Under my feet
	I made no comment.
	What should I?'

	'On sands resent
	I can connect
	Nothing with nothing.
	The broken people of dirty hands
	fingernails My humble people who expect
	Nothing.'
			la la
	
	I came to Carthage then

	Burning O Lord
	burning Thou pluckest
	burning O Lord
	burning Thou pluckest me out

	burning

		4 Death by Water
Phlebas the Phoenecian Forgot the cry of profit and loss,
a fortnight dead and the deep sea swell gulls.
				A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. He passed as he rose and fell
the stages of his age and youth
Entering the Gentile or Jew whirlpool.
O you who turn the wheel, Consider Phlebas who was once handsome and tall as you,
        and look windward.

		5 What the Thunder Said
After the torchlight
After the frosty silence
After the agony
The shouting and the crying Prison
red gardens on sweaty faces in stony places
palace and reverberation
Thunder living over He who is now dead
spring [over] We who are now living were distant mountains dying
With little patience

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and The road among the mountains
no water and the sandy road
mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry
If there were only water
Dead mouth of carious teeth
feet are in the sand amongst the rock that cannot stand nor lie nor sit
Here There is not even silence
the mountains sterile without rain thunder,
There is But dry solitude
not even spit
mountains Which are winding above mountain[s]
But red mudcracked sullen faces sneer and snarl From doors of houses
									If there were water
	And no rock
	If there were rock
	And also water
	A spring
	A pool among the rock
	If there were the sound of water only
	Not the dry grass singing the cicada
	But sound of water over rock
	Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
	Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
	But there is no water

Who is the third sound high in the air?
I do not know whether man or woman
Who always walks beside you?
There is always that Murmur of maternal lamentation Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle
When  I count [the] endless plains, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road, What is that on the other side of you?
Who are those hooded hoards swarming over,
who is walking beside you, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the Falling towers flat
horizon only over the mountains reforms and bursts the city in the violet air
Cracks
Unreal
What is Jerusalem Athens Alexandria Vienna London

A woman drew bats And fiddled with baby faces
her long black hair music
tight strings beat their wings in the violet light
out Whistled a blackened wall upside down
towers crawled [out] of empty cisterns and Tolling reminiscent bells, kept the hours 
And voices singing exhausted wells

head downward In this decayed hole
whisper among the mountains
In the faint air were tumbled graves 
the grass is singing about the chapel.
There is the empty moonlight Over the wind's home.
Only the chapel windows harm no one.
and the door swings,
It has no Dry bones
a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga Waited crouched
humped in silence and limp leaves
the black clouds Gathered far distant
Then spoke the thunder
aD
{Data}: what have we given?
My friend, The awful daring of a moment's surrender
blood shaking my heart
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this and only this we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or under broken seals
Or in the memories draped by the beneficent spider
In our empty rooms, the lean solicitor
aD
{Datahymn}: I have heard the key
Turn in the door We think of and turn once only each in his prison
the key Thinking of the key
aethereal rumours Revive, Only at nightfall a broken {Chorus}
aD
{Datasoliloquy}: The boat responded
Gaily, The sea was calm
your hand to heart, expert when invited, 
Gaily beating obedient, expert, To controlling sail and oar with hands
					I sat upon the lands in order
shore with the arid plain behind me
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling
	down
{For nil is fucked if infinity is soulless} ––O swallow swallow
{The Prince of remnants are the arbor of Aquinas}
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then you fit ill {Dynamo's} mad engine.
Data. Datahymn. Datasoliloquy.
		{Shit} 		{Shat} 	{Shut}

introduction

ralph barton:

terry is over and we're all better off.  I was at the beginning of
        terry and now I am at the end of terry.
        terry has destroyed me as a person.  Before terry, I "had
potential"  as they say politely.  Now, I am an utterly corrupt human
being, a real scumfuck.  before terry I had a wife, a dog, a car, a
nice apartment, a job, maybe health insurance someday.
        Since terry, I'm divorced, a double dumped looser, dog's long
gone, I lived in the tour van until I got busted for drugs, now I
sleep in a tent, and work, well, that's a thing YOU could do.

 something that purposefully doesn't make sense? obsessed with TIME
and PERFECTION
 nonsense, better nonsense
widening terry circles? its hard to talk as documented parsable,
 and  easily accessed? lessons, extend my life
i think and work and love and process

 i pushed the limits of my friendship with people i genuinely loved,
       irrevocably into the darkness,
        i've lost friends because of terry's p
created friends 'i'll know this person for the rest of my life, these
people are family to me,
these arguments are powerful, hate filled and passionate.
and bullshit
 making money with terry was a failure that burdened the
        physical world. with  unexplainable money. objective
 terry road, travel, sell merch   put the gas in the tank and move on.
i personally never went on a single terry tour. i thought it was my
job to stay behind and keep the shop full of monumental, dreams
bordering on death fever
        took hold of all involved  error
        completely insane. no distributor would work with us, o
sense shoot yourself in the foot philosophy, or hand to hand combat
really amazing     out of the box thinkers, bless toil in the handmade
concessions live it on the cheap and make it happen, the meme spiral
all vultures dream about, the high falutin vision bless them.
personally when terry plumming infected us with the mistakes dismissed
out of hand in the moment, later      realizing that these mistakes
are lessons. tht n changed      the way that i work on everything,
period. everything. terry's reach into my life is really not in the
realm of something that can be accounted. there  is something strictly
perverted about the music questionable to say the least. investing my
own money in a making of a fool of myself.

 there are no true truths and no false lies.
        lies are the frame around truth. i r believed
        i was susceptible to mind control but terry taught me i was.

 there is something good to be said for individual mind control, por
as such. the blinders we tuned in the making of all terry.
        media. the zone, getting in the zone. terry's work was always tedious
        repetitive bullshit work, all media work to be i mean all of
it, the tedium, if you desire to stare at status bars at 12 hours a
stretch, you have a business making media. incredibly time consuming.
and financially consuming. and emotionally consuming. but now we're
getting meat
 how serious you are willing to take it. bitch almost all of
        conflicts with with terry was that i felt i was bring a level of
        dedication to the project that others weren't and i expected
them to meet me there, i just wanted to be famous so i could spend all
of my time creating crazy weird scenes provoking all people to shuck
off this boring ordinary reality because there's an infinity of better
ones to choose from
        somewhere in my own high castle of nonsense plethora. some
did, others tried and failed,
        others tried and not knowing that they could focus that hard
succeeded and i think because better people. if not better people
        because bitter people. if not better people at least wiser for
it. this is my rose color end, though, 3 or 4
        years ago, we were just getting hot in the kitchen.

 getting hot in the kitchen, everyone get a little more
        tail, a little more drugs and alcohol, a little more weirdness
(more than anyone could handle people really working together, at
incredible soul crushing odds, let's fuck
         producing something wonderful in heat is compromise and
concession and half measures impossible, and i still loathe all these
useful. drive me crazy, turn me into a madman, overnights, fueled
        by coffee, alcohol, drugs of all kinds to stay awake, at this
has made me a more productive member of society. as i write this, the
gonzo axiom holds true, "drugs, alcohol, violence, insanity, i can't
recommend them, but they work for me." also: "when the going gets
weird the weird turn pro." never made sense anf jumped me in an unlit
alley.

liz armstrong:

Please excuse me. At present I am doused in gasoline and high on the vapor.
Does it matter if you believe this is true? I  think it does. In regards to
Terry Plumming (and in Terry Plumming regarding itself too) I am talking
about the truth here, and you're not telling the truth if you're not telling the truth. 

I interviewed some of the Terry Plumming participants at the beginning of the
project for a story in the Chicago Reader. They were eager for the
public to know what they were up to; I was eager for a story. We were all involved,
at the time, in a ghost of friendship, which always makes an awkward role-playing
situation for reporter and subject. They would tell me half-lies that I could see 
right through, or they'd squirrel away information but show me its hiding place,
insinuating that I should interpret what they were actually saying. I don't think
the story I worked on was ever published, at least not as in-depth as I would've liked. 

As a reporter, I couldn't write a story based on what I knew was true--I had to
write a story on what I was told was true. The press is (often only theoretically)
concerned with the truth, and how can a reporter write an honest story knowing someone
is being willfully vague and/or misleading? In other words, how can one inform
without information? Terry Plumming eventually figured this out.

At the start, the project wanted to mythologize itself as a man. A myth exists to
make sense of the unexplained, however, and Terry Plumming sought the exact
opposite: to make nonsense out of the explicit. Mythology was a false medium,
a velveteen cloak appliquéd with detrietus that Terry didn't need. 

Terry does not exist, not as a man. He is the manifestation of a collective un? sub?
ultra? conscious that was projected on the side of a building in Pilsen, scraped off,
and embedded on to paper and plastic. Funny enough, the reality is more mythological
than the myth; generally speaking, the truth is more fake than anything we can make up.
Terry knows this, and as a result, everything in Terry Plumming is true. 

You read and listen to what Terry isn't saying to discover what is actually there.
There is no mention of the actual political matrix in which this project was formed.
You may have a hint but you have no proof that Terry was made by a bunch of brilliant,
dirty, often depraved (sometimes to such overwrought extreme as to be truly boring)
people involved in anarchic friendships, art alliances, and romances who often lived
and slept communally and fucked one another up and over. These things are not important. 

The Now is the only moment we are unable to define. The Now is where all potentials
have equal footing. The future is determined by the Now; the past already happened.
If you talk about the Now, everything you say is true. Speaking and flashing images in
nonrestrictive clauses, Terry Plumming was a rare project concerned with What Is, rather
than What Was or What Will Be. The people of Terry released magazines made out of what
they found on the floor last night. They released sounds recorded on the spot, then
mastered twelve hours before it went to press. Terry Plumming, as I see it, was a Zen
endeavor (Zendeavor?) that didn't concern itself with context, didn't hold seances with
the dead, didn't emit satellites into space to collect the sun's data before the planet
could. Terry Plumming Was. It just Was.

rotten milk:

I

In 2003, Terry Plumming infected me and quickly transformed every element of
my life. It did so on such a large scale that the only experiences I can
compare it to are falling in love and losing a loved one. I have learned as
many lessons from Terry as I have from all of my years of "schooling" and
all of my years of pre-Terry-living combined. No questions asked. As a
result, a monologue about Terry Plumming that excludes other, more personal
elements of my life would not only be incomplete, it would be impossible.
Anyone who has ever passed the time getting drunk and reminiscing with me
should already know that it is difficult for me to recount one story without
digressing into at least a few others. I don't blame either of them. I'm
just saying that it happens. I will try to be aware of it as I write these
words, but at the same time, I apologize in advance for any long-windedness.

I met Eric Graf in the summer of 2002, a week or so after my twenty-first
birthday. It was my first time at a 4 am bar, on a Monday night. My friend
Joe Erickson pointed at a guy standing in a corner across the dimly lit room
and said, "See that guy I think that guy's in the People's Republic of
Delicious Food." The PRDF was a performance art group numbering in the manys
that specialized in creating chaos in rooms jammed full of fucked up
people. Enabling audience members to become participants and sculpting spectacle,
perhaps unwittingly, out of the resultant excitement. My few encounters
with the PRDF had left me enamored, my head full of ideas, my heart full of
hope.

So here, in this bar, I couldn't help but strike up a conversation.
We talked about a lot of things; it isn't all clear, but I know that
experimental radio, the Firesign Theater, strange music and weed were all
topics of conversation. It was one of those rare encounters where you meet
someone and you immediately know – both of you do – that you are going to
play an important role in one another's lives. Less than a week later, Eric
Graf was showing up to a dingy basement underneath a college on the far
northwest side to be a part of my radio show.

A week after that, at some experimental music show at the then-jumping
Logan's Square art space Deadtech, Eric introduced me to Ralph Barton. "This
is the guy," Eric told him. "This is the radio guy I've been telling you
about." A week later Ralph was visiting my radio show too.

I had been doing late-nites at WZRD, a freeform radio station out of
Northeastern Illinois University, the cheapest state school in Illinois,
where all you had to do to be on the radio was to take a one-credit-hour
class like Chorus or Percussion Ensemble. I had taken to fooling around with
tape loops, funny samples and fielding calls from whoever the hell was
listening to a this low-power radio station at 3 am. But the addition of
Ralph and Eric took these shows to another level. I would tell you about the
time we invited a mildly retarded woman in a teddy bear sweatshirt into the
studio and interviewed her for hours while we played Led Zeppelin records
backwards. Or the time Ralph made a loop of his voice emphatically saying
the phrase "It's Magic!" over and over again and we let it play on top of a
bunch of spacey, blurpily sounds for, like, 20 minutes while we went outside
and got (more) stoned. But it would only open the door to an endless stream
of "funny" WZRD stories that are only really interesting to the people who
experienced them in the first place.

It wasn't long after that that I moved from Chicago's north side to the
quiet, scenic McKinley Park neighborhood, just west of Bridgeport and just
south of Pilsen. It was here on the top floor of an ordinary, unassuming
Chicago three-flat that Terry Plumming was born.

About 18 months after meeting Eric Graf at the Exit on North Avenue, I went
on a two-week tour playing improvised music on instruments invented by the
instrument inventor named Peter Blasser. Joining us were Twig Harper (of
Nautical Almanac & Tarantula Hill) and John Fashion Flesh. By this time, I
had been putting on shows with weird people making weird sounds in weird
ways at weird places for a couple of years. But this was the first time I'd
travel outside of Chicago and realized that people do that kind of thing
everywhere.

Not only that! More importantly, it turns out it was just as common for
someone playing noise music in Baltimore to be friends with someone who
plays noise music in Michigan as it was for a free jazz guy on the south
side to be friends with some synthesizerer from up north. I was getting my
first glimpse of the vast invisible network that connects thousands of
artists, performers, druggies and straight-up wierdos to one another, no
matter that they live in places really distant from one another. It took
some time for all the implications of this discovery to really sink in. I
did not, for example, ever think to figure out how to get in touch with any
of the people that I met, hung out and played with on that first tour, save
a small handful. But a seed had been planted, and it would eventually grow
into any number of crazy dreams… each as beautiful as an idea as it was
terrifying as a reality.

It was the winter that followed that would see a transformation… long cold
days of smoking drugs in a secluded apartment and listening to funny
recordings our funny friends had made and given to us. CD-Rs had given
whomever the opportunity to make media for whoever's friends. The kind of
music that no one would ever release; but that was just what made it so
special, what gave the authors permission to be as goddamn retarded and real
as they needed to be. Days after days of brainstorming, of meeting with
friends, trying to build some sort of Frankenstein body to be the home to
our already de-facto excuse to ignore reality in favor of something far more
insane… And then there was this idea… A record label. Except records were
expensive. But CD-Rs were cheap. So a CD-R label then. So many times I heard
that idealistic voice! "This music is so fucking great! Have you ever heard
anything like this? It's retarded! Hahaha! I mean, isn't it amazing? Don't
you think other people should hear this?"

"Well, what kind of retard would spend their money to fund a re-issue of a
nonsense music CD by the likes of Ralph Barton?"

"Us." The idealistic voice sounded back without so much as a pause.
"We're that kind of retards."

II

I've never been good at noticing when there's something funny about a
person. Everyone always seems normal to me at first, no matter how obvious
their idiosyncrasies may be to everyone else. As such, it takes me a long
time to acknowledge the presence of a dark side in people I am learning to
work with, to love and to trust. I had noticed Ralph and Eric arguing a lot,
but there was often something humorous to me about the way they would
bicker… something that let me write off their exchanges as just a silly
ritual between old friends. Still, I was reluctant to start a record
label.

Me and Ralph and Eric… and Eric's friend Mike Merck, a talented painter and
absurdist writer living in Pilsen who would visit often… we talked about it
incessantly for weeks, bouncing ideas off one another's egos, until we
decided that we had nothing better to do and that we might as well do it. I
had my reservations, many of them financial in nature. We were talking about
starting a record label. A record label being an institution that pays money
to release other peoples' music in hopes (ideally) that a lot of people will
heat the music and enjoy it. Assuming this happens, then maybe the record
label recoups its costs. And maybe – just maybe – makes a few dollars off
the whole deal… this bringing the proprietors of said record label a few
steps closer to that glowing beacon in the distance, seemingly unattainable
but endlessly appearing. Not having a real job, but still supporting
oneself.

But that was the problem. I was broke. I didn't even have a job. Most of my
life as a newfound adult had been spent working whatever odd job I could
stumble upon without doing something "real" like filling out one of those
damned job applications. Fuck that shit. But as a result, I was hardly
managing to scrape by… barely able to afford food, beer, drugs and rent… you
know, the necessities. Starting a record label sounded like a surefire was
to make sure people started asking you for dollars that you didn't have.
Something deep inside told me that one day this would become a problem.

"Don't even worry about it!" said that idealistic voice. Over and over
again.

You have plenty to offer this endeavor besides money, said Eric. We were
sitting in a booth inside of a Wendy's style glass enclosure at a restaurant
in Bridgeport called Stages. Me and Ralph and Eric and Mike. From the
enclosure, you could watch people pumping gasoline into their cars. Stages
shared a parking lot with a Marathon station. "Don't even fucking worry
about the money. Seriously." I'm pretty sure I heard somebody say something
like that. Otherwise I'm pretty sure I never would have agreed to be a
part of it. Even still, I was skeptical. It was just becoming more and more
obvious that I would not be allowed to give "no" as my answer.

What I had to offer that was not dollars was some vague blurry thing that
sort of resembled experience. I had been playing and setting up weird shows
for a number of years and I knew a lot of weird musicians… The kind of
avant-garde artists that would presumably be our bread and butter. But my
experience also came from my role as the Music Director at WZRD. Although I
had only filled the post for about a year at this point, I had already
become painfully aware of the depressing realities of the music business.
A lesser person would have become jaded.

My time holding this position at this low power FM station was an endless
deluge of phone calls from publicists and promoters and hapless DIY types
without a clue. Press release upon press release flooded my mailbox as I
tried to wade through shoulder high stacks of CDs, almost all total bullshit
terrible music, all in hoped of digging up a diamond in the trash. And every
once in a while, I did. And it was worth it. Really, it was a very fun job.
But it still managed to grab hold of a huge chunk of childlike naïveté, rip
it out, spit on it and stomp it into the ground until it was nothing but
mush. I was now aware of all the dirty secrets behind so-called "indie"
music. I knew now that 4 out of every 5 times an idealistic high school or
college student "discovers" a new underhyped, previously unheard of band, it
was almost always the result of a well-planned, well-financed and
well-executed marketing strategy.

I knew damned well that we could not afford to do this. I knew that we
couldn't afford to hire the best publicist, that we lacked the clout to find
the right distributor. We couldn't do these things any more than we could
get our shit together and effectively do it ourselves. Despite the best of
intentions, our scheme was doomed from the very start.

But I went along for the ride anyways. We finished our omelets and got in
the car. It was a cold, shitty, overcast day; sky full of ominous grey
clouds. The kind of day that warns vigilant Chicagoans of the winter's
coming wrath. The smart ones get the fuck out. The rest hide, bundled up in
blankets in corners newt to space heaters, waiting it out. There are a few
however that do neither of these things. A few that see the Midwest winter
as an opportunity to get something done, devoid of distractions. These
people come up with a project and they settle down and they work and they
work and they work. They work on it until there are hints of coming
warmishness and everyone gets tired of sitting around their place, holed up
with the same handful of people. And then slowly everyone emerges from
hiding and shows eachother what they've done.  Then they all pat eachother's
backs and congratulate one another. Then they get real drunk and wait for
all the people who left for the winter to come back. Then everyone shows
everyone everything, everyone gets drunk some more and Chicago's seasonal
cycle starts itself over again.

So there we were on that bleak early winter day. We had our project in mind,
the thing that was gonna keep us sane through the brutal and desolate
months. The thing that, come spring, would supposedly blossom into something
real cool. Something real. All that was missing was a name.

So we're driving Mike home from stages and we're arguing about what the hell
we're gonna call the damn thing that we're gonna do, and the argument is
growing absurd and spinning in circles, and we cross Canalport heading north
on Halsted, and to my left there is a building with the words Terry Plumbing
chiseled into the wall. I am growing tired of the argument, and I point at
it, and I interrupt: "Why don't we just call it Terry Plumming and argue
about something more important than what it's called." I paused. "Only it
should be spelled with two 'M's."

And so that's what we did. At least that's how I remember it.

eric graf:

well, where to begin. how does one explain something that purposefully
doesn't make sense? why spend hours and hours (days really, weeks really,
months really, years, 5 years? uh huh, wtf?) meticulously pouring over
nonsense, why reproduce nonsense through the most bleedingly highend process?
why reproduce nonsense at all? what is nonsense, better yet, what is nonsense
as the word is used in the ever widening terry plumming circles?

its hard to talk about terry in every sense. he's a first person, right?
should terry plumming really have a documented history, easily parsable,
easily accessed? the answer ended up being yes, at the end documentation
becomes an important thing, the is the end, the man deserves a history,
the proof of history is embedded in this document, why it is important,
told by the main players. let it be said that the main players are only
a fraction of the total story, some of which will live on in infamy,
and why not? set the task and be done.

terry taught me so many lessons, things that extend into my life, all the
way into the way i think and work and love and process the world. the
project pushed the limits of my friendship with people i genuinely loved,
sometimes irrevocably into the darkness, into the place where i would say
i've lost friends because of terry's pursuits. it also created friendships
on the level of 'i'll know this person for the rest of my life, these people
are like family to me', and the arguments we have with our families are
really the most powerful, the most hate filled, the most fueled passionate.

the hope of making money with terry was squashed pretty early on. throughout
the entire project we made physical objects which placed the burden on the
physical world. unexplainable documents we sold for money. the objective
was always to take terry on the road, travel with him, sell his merch and
put the gas in the tank and move on to the next city. i personally never
went on a single terry tour. i thought it was my job to stay behind and keep
the shop, but looking back, i wish i would have seen it from the road, as
terrifying as those stories are, better told by others. for me terry was never
really terrifying in an uncomfortable way, unless you count the pyscho sexual
death disease advertising richard pryor tediousness of the whole thing, that stings.

almost all of our goals we're high falutin, dreams bordering on death fever
took hold of all involved. i thought we could sell our product in stores, you
know record stores, but this was as i found out after much trial and error
completely insane. no distributor would work with us, our products weren't in
any level that made sense to them. and this was kinda the point, see? the
shoot yourself in the foot first thing philosophy, or that's the way it seemed
to me. because of this terry took on a hand to hand combat kinda style, as in
we would physically have to put these productions in people's hands ourselves,
there just seemed to be no other way.

there was one store that would carry our projects on consignment and sell them
on the web and that is quimby's (a famed culture center here in chicago) (also
when i say is quimby's i mean they sell terry right now. the only two objects
terry still sells are tina and bacon, take your pick, yeah, go and choose, BUY
THEM THEYRE REALLY GREAT WE SELL SELL SELL SO WE'LL SEE YOU IN HELL>>

http://www.quimbys.com

) they are such good people, who have always been square with us and told us the
truth and are so helpful i can't say enough good about them. really amazing
out of the box thinkers/merchants for sure, bless them. and to add because
of the nature of their business they work with people like terry all the time,
so they GOT IT. they understood why we would rather toil in the handmade and
make no concessions and live it on the cheap and make it happen, the meme spiral
all culture makers dream about, like i said the high falutin vision thing.

i have to say that personally when terry plumming infected us with the message i
knew little to nothing about the word of physical media, the distribution of music
(what folks call the music business), commercial printing, dealing with artists,
all of that. i just learned as i went, and like everyone who goes at life this
way the mistakes are often times dismissed out of hand in the moment, only later
realizing that these mistakes are lessons. there were a lot of lessons that changed
the way that i work on everything, period. everything. terry's reach into my life
is really not in the realm of something that can be accounted.

writing about this now, knowing what i know, i have serious doubt that i would
ever as in the truly frank zappaness of the term "pursue a career in music." there
is something strictly perverted about the music biz, from what little terry has
taught me about it, his involvement in said buisness being questionable to say the
least. being at the end of a project like this seems to deter me from ever
investing my own money in a music project, even though i still tinker, still talk
big, often times making a fool of myself.

someone, i don't know who, maybe you the reader know who said this, but it has been
said that managing artists is like herding cats. this is a true statement. oh, and
on the matter of what is true and false (something terry really obsessed over at
length, and inspires me to do the same) there are no true truths and no false lies.
lies are really the frame around truth. terry helped me realize this. i never believed
i was susceptible to mind control until terry taught me i was.

but there is something good to be said for individual mind control, per se or as such.
what i can only call the blinders we're often turned on in the making of all terry
media. the zone, getting in the zone. terry's work was almost always tedious
repetitive work, as i've now discovered all media work to be. i mean it, all of it,
the tedium, if you have no desire to stare at status bars at 12 hours a stretch, you
have no business making media. it is incredibly time consuming. and financially
consuming. and emotionally consuming. but now we're getting to the meat of the matter:
the media is only as good as how serious you are willing to take it. almost all of the
conflicts with other artists who worked with terry involved my feeling i was bringing a
level of dedication to the project that others weren't and i expected them to meet me
there, somewhere in my own high castle of nonsense plethora. some did, others tried and
failed, others tried and not knowing that they could focus that hard succeeded and i
think because they met the terry challenges are better people. if not better people
atleast wiser in the ways of making terry media. whatever thats worth. this is my rose
color perspective sitting here at the end, though, i wouldn't have said this 3 or 4
years ago, when we were just getting hot in the kitchen. to go a little further: even
the rose colored version is slightly depressing.

ok speaking of getting hot in the kitchen, i think terry helped everyone get a little more
tail, a little more drugs and alcohol, a little more weirdness (often times more than
anyone could handle), than they would have achived otherwise. there is something to be
said for people really working together, sometimes at incredible soul crushing odds,
and producing something wonderful. a lot of it is wonderful, looking back on it now,
the archive finished in the can, the last terry status bar gone to the ditch.

saying this back then in heat is again another matter. i realized i was loathe of
compromise and concession and the half measures that made terry possible, and i still
loathe all these things, but now i see them as useful. often times i would receive
a master of a record or compilation a day or two before the release date, and this
would drive me crazy, turn me into a madman, there were a lot of overnights, fueled
by coffee, alcohol, drugs of all kinds to stay awake, and in retrospect this has made
me a more productive member of society. as i write this, i realize this documented
history is really a piece of new journalism in the truest sense, and the gonzo axiom
holds true, "drugs, alcohol, violence, insanity, i can't recommend them, but they work
for me." also: "when the going gets weird the weird turn pro." this never made sense
to me until terry jumped me in my shortpants in an unlit alley. i really had no idea what
this meant until the end, which as i've alluded to is right now. this is the end. thanks
for paying attention.

more: terry's goal was to find all those records everyone thought was too strange to
be commercial and treat everything as if it were commercial. i mean why not?
there is that unexplored, untapped land where everything is genius, right? the
'everything i do is great' possibility. for certain people this is true, they really
can do no wrong, atleast in terry's book. no wrong as in everything is wrong everywhere,
is this rebellion were taking about here; i think it is.

also: as an ending aside to these introductions let me add that this history will
probably see a couple two three more revisions. check back later, i'm guessing there
will be quite a bit more, maybe coming in from that comments page at the end...
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rotten milk:

I don't have very much to say about the production of the first Terry
magazine. The early months of 2004 were unseasonably eventful. Life was a
total whirlwind, sensory overload in the best possible way. Terry was
happening, my involvement with the buddY. art space in Wicker Park was
blowing up, and most overwhelming of all, I was in the early days of a
relationship with Eleanor "Soft Serve" Balson, that would turn out to be one
of the most important friendships I'd ever have. It was also during this
time that I played my first show as a part of The People's Republic of
Delicious Food. It was the group's last show. Terry's birth and the PRDF's
death were one and the same. At one point during the show, Ralph climbed out
of a giant paper-mache cocoon covered in goo and what I believe was macaroni
and cheese. He made his way across the room, and he and I collaborated on a
soundtrack for the event. This was the first time we played music together.
Everything was exciting and everything was happening all at once. I am sure
there were bad scenes happening, but I was blind to them until I came home
to Eric dry-heaving from anxiety three hours before the release party for
the first magazine.

From the very start, we had a motto. A mantra, if you will. It was this:
"Don't stop thinking about Terry Plumming." The longer Terry Plumming kept
happening, the less this sounded like a battle cry and the more it sounded
like a curse.

ralph barton:

Good luck ever getting your hands on a copy of this one,
brother.  The first issue of terry plumming magazine was black and
white and the art work was presented in pretty much the form it was
created, i.e. no crazy collages, no weird printing effects, just raw
line art and found    images.
        The visual effect is pretty similar to musical world of the
first six or so catalog releases.  Painfully honest, terrifyingly
underproduced.

        Putting this magazine together was a fucking nightmare.
        We originally got a quote for the printing (from this one dude
tim who tried to fuck us and will burn in hell), at like seventy
bucks,
 I think the run eventually ended up costing us more like seven
hundred.  Big difference, and scrambling last minit to come up with
cash while the job was at press wasn't cool
        I recall not having too much to do with the layout.  I think I
might have done and early mockup of the book, but certainly the
finished  product had many hands on it.
I didn't see the final product until after it had gone to press so
there are a few things about the first terry plumming that i've always
wished I could change.
        About half of the drawings in tp01 are things I made while
employed by  the chicago public school system as a substitute teacher.
 There are no credits for the visual content which is good in that it
gives the work that "where did this come from!" outsider mindfuck,
but..... well I harbored sour grapes for a while longer than I'd care
to admit 'cause I wanted to get popular and have self-esteem In the
end I was vindicated, but not for any reason that I would have come up
with at the time  Terry should have credited the visual artists the
same as the sound artists         terry kept them hidden until bacon,
        Eric was so freaked out that by the morning of the release
party he  was puking nerves then he was all mad cause everything was
getting done wrong and or  badly at the last minit and he was shitty
to be around and the release party sucked  I didn't know anyone\ and
`I pretty much just sat at the merch table and stuffed cd envelopes
Potlatch ceremony bitch citchwhile Eric and Rotten Milk seemed to be
in a competition to see who  could give away more magazines they acted
like utter fools giving away stacks of product to every dingwit who
could make them feel cool I guess it kinda worked 'cause terry got
popular fast but I lost money and Personally my life was fucked.  I'd
moved out of the apartment I had been sharing with my wife and into a
former whorehouse above a package goods store.  There I shared my life
with tilly and andy.  Tilly is the ex-marine, former underwear model
who became my collaborator on the maze releases tpr10,18 and 39.
      Andy, is a talented painter who's friendship I destroyed by
fucking  his estranged wife simone.  Fucking you roommate's estranged
wife is a thing you should do if you  sincerely feel like there are
not enough hellishly uncomfortable moments in your life

The cd starts with a song I wrote.  That gave me a lot of initial
confidence.   Probably set me up for later disappointments and feeling
slighteds.  I'm not all that emotionally stable and sometimes have bad
thoughts.

eric graf:

as alluded to in the intro, we knew nothing about making magazines. all
of the effort went into the making the image of the magazine and not into the method it
was going to be distributed, or made public, this seemed at the time secondary,
and in its own way kinda defined the terry distro model: hand to hand combat.
it was a run of 500,
not printed by terry, even though very soon after this magazine terry then
did all of the printing 'in-house', meaning we ran the presses, made the
plates/films, it was real hands on after this one. this one is real hands
off. not to say that we didn't have our handlers around to hold our hands
through the rough times, when things started to get really complicated.
no hostages. i remember it being grueling, working with ralph and rotten milk,
we we're all quite insane about the making of it. i myself was completely
ocd over the whole thing, i was quite sour. nothing seemed to go right,
the bleeds were all wrong, a process large enough to seem confusing, or
atleast it was at the time. (its a layout in quark! hahah!)
looking back on how hard it was to make something
this simple is really baffling memory. and i think its great, weird ideas, it has
the proto nonsense handling on it, that early pre-collage just say one thing
at a time kinda feel. the compilation is inspirational (in the strictly dan layne sense
of the word) most of it coming from
inside the newly terry built house of cards. as with all the compilations rotten milk
had a hand in its great.

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rotten milk:

One of the ideas inherent in all of the Terry stuff, indeed one of the only
aesthetic constants from issue to issue was that everything was supposed to
fall apart. The first issue had pages that fell out when you opened it. The
next three were just packages full of things to read, hang up, draw on or
lose. There was a part of Terry that hated the idea of art being worth
something or being collectible. This was the part of Terry that giggled
uncontrollably to himself every time he saw someone open up a Terry thing
and immediately weird shit starts flying everywhere. Terry Plumming media
was made to self-destruct. In retrospect, so was Terry Plumming itself.


We had a meeting at the Skylark to talk about the prospect of touring behind
Terry. There were disagreements that quickly escalated into an
out-of-control argument. It was embarrassing. There people being
unreasonable and people telling people that they were being unreasonable.
The arguing was cyclical and getting us nowhere. You know that point in an
argument where you realize that no one is going to win, that everyone is too
heated to even consider the possibility of the other person being right and
the only way to deal with it is to leave? That happened. I realized then
that there had been nothing funny about the arguments I had witnessed
between Ralph and Eric. It was immensely frustrating. Eleanor and I left the
meeting with sour tastes in our mouths. It was the first time that I was
aware that this was going to be a recurring problem. I didn't really know
what to do.

ralph barton:

the second terry plumming magazine was the fix that got me addicted.
        I'm really inordinately proud of tp02.  I got to have a say in
       everything- press, paper, ink, packaging, layout. this was a
LOT harder magazine to produce but so much better.  Most of my
favorite images made it to press, and this time I didn't have as much
of a backlog of drawings and we had a bunch more contributions  so
there is a real feeling of harmonious synergy.  tp02 is the first
real example of terry plumming visual style.

this cd has some tracks that Doug R recorded at my house.  I like them
a lot but they wig a lot of people out.

eric graf:

i agree with everything ralph says above. here i'll add something about
the terry plumming nonsense procurement process. mostly this is how it
went: i would spend my days going through other people's garbage, and i
think everyone else involved with the creation of images had just about
the same technique. we we're looking for the diamonds in the trash, the
stuff that was dismissed as either boring or so commonplace as if invisible.
use the everyday. spam, pictures of our fans cocks and tits, unknown writer
correspondence, sharpie, michael merck/ralph barton/rotten milk/neil whitacre
drawing styles, boyle collage, soft serve cunt tv, a great
ausikaitis drawing used at a micro scale on secretary of state letterhead,
schedules, buffalos, smoke and flesh.
a note on the prints themselves: the paper this was printed on was manufactured
sometime in the mid 70s, it has a high cloth content. its really nice and
durable and very darkly brown. these are two color prints, black and boxing
poster pour in metallic ink style direct on press, giving it a copper and green
acid induced rainbow feel. the manilla envelope sheath gives a nice contrast to
what it encompasses, a killer cover image from michael merck (the tomato weight
lifter in nowhere operating room). this magazine came with wide width.
a note on terry plumming naming conventions: when nobokov was asked how to
pronounce his last name by an american journalist this is what he said, "i will
not tell you how to say my last name, i will only tell you that my first name
rhymes with redeemer." this is just one clue. the names for the magazines
are purposefully picked for their forgetting power, their ability to be read
and quickly forgotten. this is an actual power.

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rotten milk:

I had sworn over and over again that I would never live at buddY., but the
situation living with Eric was getting more and more tense. He was bad at
handling stress, yet prone to creating stressful situations for himself. He
was freaking out often, and more and more I felt the negative energy
directed at me. So when Ringo asked me to move into buddY. one night at
Maria's, I found myself saying "yes" before I'd even had a chance to think
about it.


In retrospect it seems like a forgone conclusion. I cannot imagine my life
being even remotely similar had I not lived at buddY. any more than I can
imagine what it would have been like had I not met Eleanor or had I not met
Terry. These are the things, the people and the places that made me into the
person I am.


buddY. was a large loft space on a loud street right in the heart of Wicker
Park, a "cool" neighborhood that was gentrifying quickly. It couldn't have
been any more different from the quiet street with lots of trees inhabited
mostly by Polish and Mexican immigrants that I was moving from. Long before
I moved in, I had made myself at home. I was helping out with all kinds of
art shows, rock shows and fashion shows. I was heavily involved with Lumpen,
a magazine I had idolized as a teenager that operated out of the space. The
residents had grown used to the sight of me passed out in a corner, on a
couch or in a spare bed. But I really liked the contrast... hanging out for
a couple of days in the middle of all the craziness, but still going home to
some quiet place when I couldn't take it any more. This is something I would
learn to live without. I guess it was obvious to everyone but me that
eventually, I would move in. By the time all my stuff arrived I was already
hosting a weekly improvised music series (Improvise with your buddY.) and
operating a pirate radio station (WPBR) out of the space. I don't think I
was kidding anyone but myself.


Moving away from the south side really brought to light a shift in the Terry
production dynamic that had been happening slowly since the start. As I grew
less and less interested in being a visual artist, I grew less concerned
with the visual content of the magazines. I had a say in the matter and I
always new what was happening, but I was keeping more and more of a
distance, primarily focusing on the music end of things. I had realized that
the more I distanced myself from the magazine's production, the less likely
it was that I would have to have another of those arguments.


Terry came to buddY. though. We were invited by Edmar to transform the
buddY. space as an installation for the Select Media Festival. The buddY.
Cave was noteworthy in that it was the first time we had worked together to
create something other than a magazine or a CD-r. When Terry worked on an
installation or a performance art piece, this -- in my mind -- was when
Terry worked best. Which isn't to say there weren't spats or arguments. Just
that they were less abstract. They were about something real. The buddY.
Cave was a fairly obvious installation; Ralph says he's made something like
it dozens of times. Still it was totally effective. We covered the walls
with this weird green fabric, fucked with the lighting, hung a lattice of
string from the ceiling from which we hung more green fabric and a bunch of
computer keyboards and mice. We got fucked up and drew nonsense all over all
the fabric and hung strange Terry-esque objects in strategic places. It was
totally immersive, completely transforming the environment. It was also
pretty fucking dangerous, a total fire trap in a place where if you told
someone not to smoke you might as well be speaking in a made up language.


At the end of the last night of the festival, everyone at the party
destroyed The buddY. Cave. To me, it was an amazing, cathartic experience.
To destroy something beautiful that I had worked hard on making... to do so
with a lot of drunken, excited friends... it was enthralling. When I woke up
Ralph halfway through the destruction, he did not agree. Instead, he flipped
the fuck out. Ranting and screaming, he made his way through the remnants of
the cave. Party people had climbed to the top of the lattice and were
bouncing furiously, determined to make our makeshift ceiling fall. Ralph's
cries fell on dead ears. Everyone was too caught up in the moment to listen.
Sure, I understood why he was upset. But I didn't really understand. This
installation, just like everything else we'd made, was designed to fall
apart. To give something an end is to make it complete.


ralph barton:

this one is also amazing.  Sometimes as an artist you nail it.
 I got to lock minds with mike merk for months on one single image.
    I don't believe there is another art object like this in the
history of the world  tpo3 came with a special print.  me and mike, we
worked for three3 months on the image and then printed it in a most
unusual way.  we used dot matrix printers with their ribbons removes
loaded with carbon form feed paper to create an edition of 300 five
page blind carbon prints        we ran 4 printers for 48 hours
non-stop while we were printing the blind carbon, we also spray
painted the magazine covers let's see, four stencils, 300 magazines, a
thousand cds (also labile with spray paint) an unventilated warehouse
we were so wacked, the sound of the printing was like little evil ice
gnomes inside the forehead the first two tracks on this rule hard.

        when I got home my girlfriend punched me in the face and dumped me


eric graf:

before or after this, i don't know which yet,

the writing in tp3 is great, michael did most of it. there is a lot of
writing in terry plumming. ralph and i were just on the phone talking
about the archive and he asked if it would be possible to print the archive
into a book and i said sure if you download the bittorrent file and burn
a dvd of the pdfs you could take it to kinkos and have them make you one
with a nice little perfect binding and all. of course i would recommend
putting a bit of a leader at the bind edge since the archive was not built
with the intention of making a book, but it would work. i think i might
do that, just to reread terry in book form. i think the writing is plain
damn good and michael did a killer job on tp3. ralph and michael made the
cover of this one, a fedex envelope. i don't know where we squeezed those
out of but we had about 500 of them. latex paint and many cans of spraypaint
later they were totally one of a kind. it seems like maybe tp3 was about (wait
a second who am i kidding here, myself obviously) things that took a long time,
as in making magazines took a long time and who knew? not us!

also: i can't believe the memo in this one wasn't a larger news story. not
to mention the secret decoder included with it what extra dimensions could
they have provided the news media at a time when they needed a hand most. if
only news, specifically local news, would have contacted terry... the world
would definitly be a different place.

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rotten milk:

Sometimes when things die, they give birth to something new. The PRDF gave
birth to Terry and The buddY. Cave gave birth to the Terry Towwels project.
This is one of my favorite objects we ever made. It is understated, there
are no crazy printing tricks or anything. But it is a cool object
nonetheless. A bunch of strange pieces of paper wrapped in a funny green
cum-rag, each adorned with the face of Terry Love (the man whose website
about plumbing is the forth thing that shows up if you Google "terry
plumming") and covered with odd markings. It is the most limited run of any
of the magazines we made and the most difficult to keep all in one piece. Th
emoment you untie it, it explodes. It is also probably my favorite of all
the compilations (also the only one without any of my music on it). There is
a certain cohesion to it... I can't really say why I feel this way. I just
do.


Ralph started coming over and insisting that we start a band. We started to
practice fairly regularly, which basically meant we set up a lot of gear in
the main room at buddY., got real fucked up and jammed casually. When he
heard this was happening, Eric started coming over and recording our
sessions.


This was a change in the way we did things. Most of our previous releases
had been reissues of weird CDs our friends had made just for the sake of
making them. Things that we thought other people would like, so we made more
of them. Now we were entering the territory of producing content so that we
could release it. I spent many a night that winter helping Marc "Safety Pin"
Arcuri realize an idea he had for an album involving tape loops, samples and
chopped up drum recordings. Eric recorded something like ten hours worth of
me and Ralph fucking around, which I waded through and chopped up and
edited. The result was "Difficult Listening," the 70-plus minute debut
release from our new band, creatively titled Rotten Milk vs. Bubblegum
Shitface. The name of the album, incidentally, is appropriate.


By the time we played our first show, very little of the gear we had used to
make the album -- most of it hardly functional to begin with -- still
worked. We practiced constantly up until the day of the show, developing
that psychic connection that all good improvising musicians have. We played
to a sold-out audience at the Empty Bottle and then we never practiced
again. Rotten Milk vs. Bubblegum Shitface, though hardly a "real band" in
the traditional sense, was something different for me. It was a step away
from the nuanced and academic approach of free improv and a step toward the
loud and ugly aesthetic of noise music that was just starting to grab some
people's attention... avant-garde music more informed by punk rock than by
the likes of Anthony Braxton or Tony Conrad.


This burgeoning movement would rear its head a little more each time I went
on tour. The winter of 2004 also marked my second attempt at touring and my
first attempt at booking at tour. The Rotten Milk/Soft Serve Winter
Blunderland Tour was an unmitigated disaster in every sense. But I did learn
some valuable lessons. Like how not to book a tour. Or why you shouldn't
book shows in the mountains in the winter. And why you should never go on
tour alone with your lover.


By the end of the winter, Eleanor had broken up with me. The next day I
played a show to a sold-out audience at the Bottle for the third time in six
months. A few days later I caught pneumonia for the forth time in my life.
Guess that's just the way it goes.

ralph barton:

I can't really remember how towels started.  I remember mike
and eric were living together and they had this idea of packaging a
magazine in a cum rag.  I didn't really have much art content in
towels and I don't think I did any of the layout.  I do remember one
early meeting at the skylark where I suggested that we use the
leftover fabric from the buddy cave, which was taking up space in my
pad.  Mike claimed to have some killer deal on brand new white towels
and I was made fun of for my lame idea.  Well in the end, Mike had his
numbers wrong and we ended up not being able to afford real towels.
We used the fabric from the buddy cave  and it looks great.

eric graf:

not much to say about this that hasn't already been said, so i'll say a little
about my relationship with rotten milk. its had its ups and downs for sure. i
love him a little and i hate him a little. when the times got tough he would
bail on terry and when things were going good he was terry's friend, but in the
end terry would be garbage without him. in a collaboration not everyone's
involvement is going to be the same, different people bring different things
to the table, sometimes someone brings something to the table no one else can
and that is what rotten milk did when assembling the majority of the compilations and
delivering to terry's door many of the releases. so i feel he didn't have the stamina
needed to pull the allnighters to get the terry work done that needed to be done,
the without which there is no terry, it might look easy, but it isn't, so
one compilation showed up 12 hours before release, so his tendency to keep eyes
on his own ends got in the way of productivity, so fucking what. so it was hard,
i think he made it harder, he think i made it harder, i still feel he delivered more
times than not, how many people can you say that about? are they your friends? no one else would
have booked those terry tours, no one else would have stared into the abyss
that is touring noise in george bush country and keep going back. making terry was not
something i could just walk away from no matter how much it made me cry, and i
blamed others when they did walk away, and for that, what can i say, nothing really.
rotten milk and ralph and michael and dan layne and the hosts of others, there isn't a better
group to tie it down with. i love these people. i love
rotten milk, and i'm sorry, but damn dude, why did i have to repeat myself so many
times before you got it? will you ever forgive a no quitting no apologies manic obsession?
bless these wonderful people in my life whose lives i make a living hell, to you all, i apologize,
what am i to do when the shit is hitting the fan, as if there was a machine
like one of those tennis ball shooters that shoots shit instead of balls at the
fan, it just whirrs away, its made of metal, what does it know?, its sentience isn't
a question. sometimes i feel like terry plumming's only fan.

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rotten milk:

The Terry Plumming Summit may be my favorite thing we ever did. Things were
about to fall apart for Terry Plumming, but before they did so, we really
made our presence known. It was a triple-tiered event, as part of the
Version>05 festival. One part was an attempt to make a recording of 100
musicians improvising together inside of an 80 foot pentagram. Another part
was a psychedelic-drug fueled picnic and typewriter chorus in McKinley Park.
It was a beautiful day, there were two-dozen typewriters and two-dozen
people each reading from multiple texts. It made no sense at all. It was
fucking beautiful. That one reporter from Northwestern University was so
damned confused. The third event was the Historic Summit Photograph
Reenactments, wherein festival-goers took the place of politicians in
recreations of photographs of assholes shaking eachothers's hands at
bullshit like the G8 peace summit. There was a professional photographer
with a big flashing light and an umbrella, a large moonscape backdrop and a
few inflatable dinosaurs. These events were so successful because they
walked the line between the absurd and the passionate so well. They were
exceptionally dumb ideas, taken seriously, well-excecuted, carried out to
the fullest extent possible.


Speaking of dumb ideas taken to the most extreme end imaginable, there was
Tina. From the very start we knew we were going to make Tina. We always knew
it was the stupidest thing we could possibly do, and we always knew we were
going to do it. There was no getting around it. From the very start, when we
got together to talk about Terry, we would always pull out this defaced Tina
Turner tourbook that Eric had found at the Skylark and smoke weed and laugh
our asses off. It never ceased to be funny. Perfectly reproducing a couple
thousand  copies of the Tina Turner tourbook, all graffiti in tact turned
out to be the only thing that could make it stop being funny. It was also
the thing that made doing Terry Plumming stop being funny. Although I had
little to do with the actual production of the magazine, I still felt the
fallout. I had seen Eric get mad and mean before, but never anything like
this. Tina was the thing that pushed him over the edge. Part of me is sorry
that I ever suggested it to him. The other part of me knows that this is the
only way it ever could have happened.


buddY.'s lease ran out in the summer of 2005. Rather than find someplace to
live, I planned a nine-week tour of the United States for Rotten Milk vs.
Bubblegum Shitface. Also facing the prospect of homelessness, Marc Arcuri
agreed to join us. My newfound friends Rand Sevilla and Nick Bahr agreed to
take their project Carpet of Sexy on the first half of the tour. Eric
convinced Dan Layne to buy Ralph a 20 year old van to take us around the
country. "Ambitious" is a word one could use to describe our plans, if one
was to be kind. "Idiotic", "haphazard", "stupid" and "doomed from the start"
are also words. Though the idea of going on tour with your band and two
friends' bands initially sounds appealing, it turns out that it is damn near
impossible to find people willing to set up a show for three touring acts
they've never heard of. This is the sort of thing that seems really obvious
in retrospect. It sure doesn't help if you're playing the least appealing
music imaginable. Or if you're trying to book said shows in a part of the
country you've never ever visited before.


The best thing I can say about the tour is that it could have been a whole
lot worse. Though there are people who might disagree with me. One of them
is Stephany Colunga, an old roommate from buddY. who had been living in
Mexico for a year or so. We picked her up in Austin and travelled across the
desert, up the west coast and then back to the midwest. The van broke down
on at least three different occasions, at least two of which could have been
fatal were it not for some very well-timed bursts of very good luck. We ran
out of money three weeks into things yet somehow we kept managing to keep
going. Not all of the shows sucked. Some of them were even good. But there
were enough stinkers to warrant a new rule: If there were less than ten
people in the audience, we would forgo our individual acts and all play
together. This was much more entertaining for us than watching the same show
we'd seen night after night. Such was the origin of the band Amerika'z Meth
Problem, which eventually matured into a real thing... a crazy formless loud
raging kind of nonsense, complete with costumes, vague compositions and even
a few sequels. A year later, when I saw the band Skarekrau Radio play for
the first time, I was floored. It was the band I had always wanted AMP to
be, but they were actually pulling it off. Still, we had some good shows. We
earned a reputation for spectacle and danger and silliness. It felt good to
have earned a reputation for anything at all.


We returned to Chicago for a five-day hiatus in the middle of the tour. The
first place we stopped was the Diamonds space in Bridgeport. Located on the
first floor of the Texas ballroom, it was just off of I-55. We rolled into
town and rolled into Texas and we rolled a joint. It was strangely desolate.
Everyone had moved out, explained Myles, who was squatting there till she
could find a new place. While she was explaining this to us the landlord
showed up. He looked around, shook his head and told us he'd come back
later. Everyone laughed and kept on smoking the joint. buddY. and Diamonds
and Camp Gay were all closing. It was the end of an era. Meanwhile, while we
had been gone, a bunch of kids a few years younger than myself had opened up
a new space right down the street from buddY. called Hey Cadets! They had
had one show before they were shut down by their landlord. Liz Armstrong had
written about the show in the Chicago Reader. The headline said something
like "Hey Cadets! out-debauches buddY." The landlord showed up at their
place the day after it ran, article in hand, pounding on the door and asking
whoever answered it, "What's a buddy?"


I told my new friends about the Diamonds space... about how they had all
moved out, about how the landlord didn't care if people had shows or
squatted there and smoked weed. They needed a space right away. The day
after we left they went over and checked out the space. While we were gone
on tour, they signed a lease and moved in. When we came back, it was our new
home.


It was bittersweet to find people still living at buddY. It was good to play
a final show there that totally rocked and it was nice to have a place to
sleep for a few days. But part of me was annoyed. I had already said my
goodbyes.


Marc refused to go on the second half of the tour, so me and Ralph headed
east on our own, meeting up with Julia "Insect Deli" Gilman for a few days
around New York City. The van broke down again in upstate New York and when
we finally got it going again, we refused to stop till we got to Philly.
Somehow we got the work done on it affordably and went on our way, picking
up a casual acquaintance named Chris Carly from the Greyhound in Philly.
Chris had a project with our friend Jason in St. Louis called HTEETH. During
the first 48 hours he was traveling with us, I received phone calls asking
for three different people. They all turned out to be him. "What do you want
us to call you?" we asked him finally. Half-jokingly, he replied "Genitals."
I don't think he expected the name to stick. It did.

ralph barton:

TINA is awesome.  Sometime early on in terry, I came back from a long
trip overseas and dropped in on Rotten Milk and Eric.  Eric showed me
the original copy of tina, which was found, exactly as published, in
the skylark.  At the time we had no idea who were the responsible
artists.  I wrote out a contract (do YOU smell drugs?) signifying my
desire to see TINA printed in mass and toured behind in Europe by me
rotten milk and tv  pow..... Regrets?   I have a few.   This thing
really bit me on the ass.
        TINA is the most perfectly fucked thing ever.  It shouldn't exist.
        I near I could tell Eric just decided to print this on his
own.  At one point, after things were already underway, I remember his
asking me if we  should or shouldn't do tina at that time.  I told him
no, we should not but that we were going to anyway, even though it was
wrong.
        TINA was the first time I really broke.  I can put up with a lot of
  bullshit and still see though it to produce great art, but early on
I   walked away on a 'fuck you' Eric had a terrible habit of becoming
a vicious psychic monster at exactly the worst possible moment.    I
know  this about him and can accept & love him as a friend but in the
moment he causes hurt.  I always felt there was this air of "here, I
printed this,  now you do your part and make this blow up"  And I
always wanted to honor  that.  But there was poison in the gift.  The
bitterness is in TINA.
        Terry plumming was in no way prepared to capitalize on TINA.
We lacked any promotional deal, any marketing, no booking, nothing,
just contacts with some DIY'ers and college radio station.
        Eric got dan layne to buy me a 30 year old van and me rotten
milk rand nick and mark arcurry departed on a national tour, fifty
plus shows in 60  days.  More than anything else that has happened to
me during the course of my adult life, this adventure irrevokably
changed my life.  I broke over and over.  I've never really rebuilt my
mind, like a chair repaired that never sits right.

    People really fucking hate themselves in the midwestern states.
It's murderous cold in the winter, and dangerously hot in summer.
There's cops everywhere and all the pretty, smart, or popular people
got out as fast as they could so all the old people are scared wusses.
 Midwestern noise music is the best in the world.  The sound of an
impotent man trying to destroy hell or himself- no intellectual, no
sensory delights, not art terry plumming is as raw as the racist joke
your uncle made you laugh at even though your best friend was black.
TINA is waterboarding on Fox news every night, lies about cars and oil
and fucking, lies about the sacred nature of music and partying.
    Fuck You mainstream media you feed us shit and we smear the walls
of our cages with it.
    TINA was too good.  Top printers have to have it pointed out to
them that TINA is a flawless reproduction of a defaced mid-80's tina
turner tourbook not an actual defaced mid-80's tina turner tourbook.
It makes sense.  I mean why on earth would terry go to such lengths to
present the joke and spend no effort letting you in on it?

    The gift?  Grow a brain.

eric graf:

i don't want to say too much about tina because i've never spent any time
explaining it to anyone and i don't want to start now, the document stands
up quite well on its own and to say anything might fuck something up, who knows?
tina is the high watermark, the terry moment distilled. its like a man who
flashes his dick in the street at a bunch of school kids, there is something
wrong with him, right? no chance at rehabilitation, right? right. no chance.
there is not a person on earth who will look at tina and will react with a,
'yeah, right, that's right'. that person doesn't exist. but this is the mind
of terry plumming we're talking about, he said, 'yeah, that's right. run it,
spread the message, this is the thing.' for terry, the message cannot be
refined any further, the only way to make something better was to make something
bigger, and well, that still didn't work as hard. there is something to be said for
getting it right not the first time but getting it right at all. man does it
look good. many people have asked me, 'where did you get all those tina turner
tourbooks and how many sharpies did you use?' and i have to say, 'look man,
isn't that sharpie so real looking, didn't terry nail that print sharpie.'
i guess i'm admitting terry is a streetflasher, which isn't far off, if you
consider washing yourself with a squeeg from the gas station across the street
after mudwrestling on the roof at eleanor's, all the while trying to get into
the club, streetflashing, past children's curfews and all that.

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02 - scot hip hop - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - untitled.mp3 813.06Kb
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06 - a.m. salad - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - clarity in dotage.mp3 8015.91Kb
07 - this is my condition - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - restart the party.mp3 2415.04Kb
08 - gut rehab (aka rand sevilla) - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - asard.mp3 6166.60Kb
09 - noah nine - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - lifeline.mp3 6148.88Kb
10 - brotman & short - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - let's play snake.mp3 3310.52Kb
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14 - insect deli - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - i love deaf boys (deadfingers mix).mp3 5635.92Kb
15 - safety pin - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - it's been a long time.mp3 2006.73Kb
16 - boner machine - terry plumming compilation 6 pizzatlas - peter's dream.mp3 5514.76Kb
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rotten milk:

We came back to Chicago, our spirits broken and our finances just plain
broke. Me and Ralph were both homeless and we decided booking another tour a
couple months down the road was easier than finding a place to live. Funny
that we could go through one of the most harrowing experiences of our lives,
only to immediately decide to do it again. At a show in Akron Ohio, we had
met a duo called Occasional Detroit. They were a near-emaciated black couple
playing a totally demented form of noisy hip-hop, with lots of arguing
onstage and gear malfunctions. It was impossible to tell what was a part of
the show and what wasn't. We had talked to them about going on tour. They
were into it. I guess their lives were just as dead-end as ours, so we set
about making it happen. Meanwhile, Ralph and I had a new magazine to make.
Completely fed up with Eric, I suggested to Ralph that we make the new issue
of Terry Plumming without him. I was convinced that he was the problem. I
wanted to kick Eric out of Terry. This would not work though. Because in
Eric's mind, he was Terry.


One of the initial difficulties in producing the new issue of Terry Plumming
turned out to be this: neither Ralph nor I lived anywhere. Although there
were plenty of places to stay, primarily at the new Hey Cadets! spot,
neither of us had a place to make a new product. Inspired by Tina, we were
going to make 600 reproductions of a defaced pizza box we'd found in the
garbage a few days before the end of our tour in Columbia MO. We were going
to fill it with reproductions of maps and directions we'd collected on the
tour, screen-printed on top of line-art Mike Merck had made inspired by our
descriptions of our travels. It was another terribly ambitious project that
was destined to fail, but by this point ambitious projects destined to fail
were par for the course.


It was during the production of the Pizzatlas (as we called it) that I began
to fully understand the nature of Eric's neurosis. I can honestly say that
very few people have ever been as nice to me as has been Eric Graf at times.
But I can also honestly say that no one I care about has ever been more
cruel to me. Ralph and I came to know Eric's Mr. Hyde persona as The Beard.


You do not want to encounter The Beard, as he is a terrible, terrible
person. You sure as shit don't want to fuck with him. The Beard is the most
mean, unrelenting, totally unreasonable asshole I've ever met. Lacking a
place to work, we started to make the Pizzatlas at Eric's house. However
Eric was rarely home. And the beard often came to visit.


Eric was upset that I was trying to exclude him. Rightfully so, I suppose.
Still, he almost refused to acknowledge it. He let us work in his house, but
he made sure the work was impossible to get done. Every night he would come
home to us hard at work and berate us, telling us we were doing everything
wrong. Helping out some, but also putting obstacles in our way. The
Pizzatlas is the only issue of Terry Plumming that was released incomplete.
it is also the only issue where Eric was not at the helm of its production.


It is during the production of the Pizzatlas, an already impossible task,
that my camel's back was broken. There is a part of me that will always love
Eric Graf very dearly. But there is another part of me that is forever hurt,
that will never be able to forgive him for the way he treated me and my
friends. I knew, the day I stormed out of Eric's house screaming at him,
sobbing uncontrollably, telling him to fuck off and go to hell... I knew
that day that Terry Plumming was destined to die.


We went on tour with an unfinished Pizzatlas, with Occasional Detroit and
Jail from the Coughs, who was in the process of developing her solo act.
Jail is a wonderful, talented, loving person who happens to be a woman
trapped in a large man's body. She wears dresses and big fake boobs. Oh,
what a sight we were, rolling out of the van to go to the gas station in
South Carolina... me and Ralph, psychedelic road-wearied travelers with
overgrown beard and stinky ugly clothes, followed by a tiny black couple
that couldn't stop arguing with eachother for thirty seconds if the fate of
the world was at stake and a tall funny man with tits. Jail's act was called
the Portable Blake for a few days. She renamed it Sportsmen Against Hunger
and then eventually Carezza. It consists of her playing a circuit-bent casio
and screaming. If you ever have a chance to see it, you should. It is really
great.


And so was the tour, for the most part. Sure, there were ups and downs, but
it was the first time I'd been on a tour where most of the shows were well
attended and everyone was nice to us and excited to have us around. Trading
tour contacts with Towondo from O-D worked out really well for all parties
involved. It was like the pay-off for all the disastrous tours I'd been on.
And it was a fabulous contrast to the hellish time we'd just had in Chicago.
The tour ended in Atlanta. We dropped off O-D; they were relocating there.
All we had to do was drive back to Chicago. it was the day after
Thanksgiving. We had actually made money going on tour. It was astounding.
It was incredible. It was therefore not that big of a surprise when, 45
minutes north of Chattanooga, our van's engine exploded.


I don't care to go into the details of the three days I spent living in a
motel in central Tennessee with Bubblegum Shitface and Jail, save to say
that we found a really good pizza dumpster and I saw Jackass The Movie for
the first, the second and the third time in my life. It was one of the most
hopeless times I'd ever lived through and it cost us a shit-load of money we
didn't have and although we did make it back to Chicago, me and Ralph's
spirits were as close to broken as they had ever been and we were
way-the-hell in debt. If you've ever had something happen to you that sucks
so much all you can do is laugh, that's how I felt. The rest of the winter
was damned near impossible. If it weren't for a short lived and unexpected
love affair with an old friend, I don't think I would have survived.


I was homeless and hopeless. In January of 2006, I went to central Missouri
to live with Cooper Crain and Steven Haslag from the band Warhammer 48K at a
house in the country about 8 miles outside of Columbia. I felt lost. It was
a thing to do. I made a lot of new friends and I learned to forget. I was
learning about how to stop thinking about Terry Plumming.


For some reason I had made plans to travel to Miami in the middle of
February to go to the third annual International Noise Conference. Never
mind that I had no money and no means of transportation. As the day grew
closer and closer, I became painfully aware that there was no way in hell it
was going to happen. I ate a lot of acid and did a bunch of soul-searching
and decided that it was okay. Who cares if all my dumb plans failed and if
all of my ambitions were for naught? All of my friends would still be my
friends anyway. The sky wouldn't fall. So what if I failed? It's not the end
of the world. What if, instead of going to Miami to represent Terry Fucking
Plumming, I just continued to hang out with my friends in this peaceful
slow-paced town? It sounded alright to me. And then, one night Eric called.


"How are you going to get to Miami?"


"I don't think I'm going anymore."


"What do you mean you're not going? Why aren't you going? You have to go."


"I can't go. I don't have a ride to Miami and I don't have any money."


"Well what if I find you a ride? What if I send you money? How much money do
you need?"


What the fuck was I thinking? Why would I possibly consider such an offer? I
think about people in stories who make deals with the devil. They're at the
end of their rope. They have nothing left to lose.


Eric went to Quimby's, the one store that had always sold our products,
faithfully, no questions asked. He gathered up all of the money they owed
Terry form our consignment deal. He sent it to me: a few hundred dollars,
along with a car and a driver. The driver in question was an autistic
ex-marine with severe mental disorders named Matt Tilly. He is one of the
most obnoxious and annoying persons I have ever met. Eric had solved my
problem, but he had had done so in a way that ensured that I must spend the
next ten days of my life in a small vehicle with a raving lunatic I could
not stand. Somehow, this seemed a fitting allegory for the last few years of
my life.

ralph barton:

This wrecked it.  I came back destroyed and never really
repaired.  No apartment, I bounced from crashing here to there,
getting kicked out, or run along I even landed back at my parents.
ATLAS starts with the tour.  I had collected all the little directions
and scribbles that had accumulated in the van.  The plan was to print
red and green collage layers over mike's black line drawings on blue
paper.  I remember the conversation with eric brainstorming this as
being really great and inspired.  That was the last nice eric.  This
was about the time we really got to know the beard.  Never have I
tried to do so much work with so much antagonism.  I did the initial
scanning and photoshop work at eric and mike's loft during the world
series, which was going on right down the street.
	Really we wanted to make another magazine but without Eric's shitty
alter ego, the Beard.  I'm not the world's most responsible person.
Nor am I consistently possessed with good judgment.   I am capable of
sitting in a bad situation for a seemingly infinite amount of time,
letting the pot boil over and over and over.  Wrecking my life and the
lives of those in any proximity.  We should hang out.
    Eric had become such a consistently shitty person, totally unable
to let go of past injuries that I had come to the decision that I was
going to do as much as possible to push terry while having as little
to do with Eric.  The environment was mean and I felt sabotaged at
every turn.  Oh yeah I was living in Eric's house slash out of Bluey.
Me and rotten milk were homeless after tour. Eric baited rotten milk until he caused
the rift that will never heal, pointlessly stupid pointlessly mean.
The staggering hurt that could never be addressed.  A large deeply
wounded, very dangerous animal.
    I got in way over my head with the printing.  My head was chopped
off.  I never got the printing done.  The images in the archive are
digital re-creations, mock ups of image sets that would have looked a
lot messier but would have been singular rotten milk and I  left on tour,
heading east to Omaha with unfinished pizza atlases.  They sucked to
tour with.   Mike was sour with me because the version we released
only contained his drawings, which are great but they were never
intended to be anything more than a layer in a larger composition.
Naked Sorry Big Bulky, Dumb Bad Taste in Mouth.
     The Recently  completed a digitally finished version of
PizzaAtlas, that I'm quite proud of.  My bad feelings are buried under
a mountain of dirtweed ash.
    The music on this compilation is great.  The touring really paid
off in terms of increased quality of submissions.

eric graf:

after the total success that was tina, and the work that went into it that exhausted
me completely, i gave ralph and milk the reigns. what a stupid fucking thing to
do. they were in no position to work for this organization with the insanely lofty
goals that terry lived and died by and they will tell you as such, even though
accounts differ. i did everything in my power to limit the
release of this magazine, even going so far as to burn copies i would find, the
ones in the vaults still awaiting the fire, well we'll see. there is really no
way to describe how very different my philosophy on the making of terry media
differs from ralph and milk's. as far as i saw it, they just didn't have the
strength to see a complicated, exhausting project to its natural end, completion.
it didn't seem to matter to ralph that he would waste 3 days refining prints only
to not print them, and then for only lack and bad planning. i was really sick of
this issue when i saw that this was the way things would be run, if you could
call it running, i call it complaining and concessions to waste. in the archive
for the first time you can view a complete pizzatlas, and its fucking great, ralph swallowed
this failure in the way only ralph can and revisted it and put it all together, i'm stunned.
it really captures those dark american days of the war of terror, the stripmall
society going down the tubes. it actually says something, too bad the builders
didn't have the will to to frame out a door when the barbarians were at the door.

now with all that said, whew (wiping sweat from my brow, i have been working on this
archive for 3 months and let me tell you it feels good to be staring at the finishline),
everytime something is completed there is always someone who takes the reigns and gets
it done to completion or completion would never happen. working with other people is
different. there is a lot of wasted time. anyone who runs an orginization (by oneself
or with others) can tell you there are moments when you feel totally alone, no one to
talk to, no one who can understand why you work as hard as you do, no one who can
understand the belief. and the relief that follows, almost a drug in itself to see
something completed correctly. but like ralph says, but this is something YOU could learn.

creating a monster or creating a new tradition, creating a public entity; this is not
going with the flow. the flow doesn't need anymore leaders. going against the flow is
painful, but there are always better ways to go against the flow. you learn this.
wait, no, again, YOU could learn this.

lucky for us who access the archive to see it as it was intended?

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04 - fashion dictator - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - sadistic fantasy (instrumental).mp3 8803.46Kb
05 - dj harsh nu tru (aka rand sevilla) - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - [2-2-1] cholo (inst. magifurbi mix) angst in my pants.mp3 6854.99Kb
06 - party steve - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - party steve on the phone.mp3 550.75Kb
07 - hoggle - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - boggle opener.mp3 4661.09Kb
08 - hanzidel yuqot (aka hunter husar) - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - charmed i'm sure.mp3 2430.20Kb
09 - hteeth - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - one minute of noise.mp3 1774.78Kb
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16 - carpet of sexy remixed by hteeth - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - dick out the jams.mp3 3049.75Kb
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18 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - i wouldn't shit on her parents' lawn if you paid me.mp3 1394.92Kb
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20 - insect deli - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - tp vs. poo radio remix.mp3 5017.18Kb
21 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface remixed by rand sevilla - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - bong pullingest beats.mp3 3376.52Kb
22 - michael hartman - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - underlining the noise.mp3 6369.08Kb
23 - americaz meth problem 3 - terry plumming compilation 7 bacon - fragglepuss sofa.mp3 403.09Kb
rotten milk:

The winter passed and I wound up back in Chicago. I moved into a house with
Rand from Carpet of Sexy and rotten milk Hedges. It had lots of names... No
Dumpling, the Garbage House, the Christopher Meadows (named after a
long-term couch-surfer dude). But the name that stuck was The Blog Cabin.
Rand had a propensity for naming stuff. He decided that the summer of 2006
should be called The Summer of Bad Ideas. The name stuck. And so did the
implications.


Wanting to keep on doing Terry Plumming but also wanting to steer clear of
Eric as much as possible, I made some money and decided to put out a seven
inch record. One side of the record was Rand's band Carpet of Sexy. The
other side was It's A Trap, a band starring Max Brotman & Jesse Short, two
of the dudes that had put me up at Hey Cadets! I booked a summer tour for
them. They bought a tour van. It was supposed to be my way of repaying
Carpet of Sexy for going on a shitty tour with me the year prior and my way
or saying thanks to Max & Jesse for letting me crash with them for so long.


The tour was a total disaster. There were unenthusiastic audiences and long
drives. Everyone in the van hated each other. By the time they got back to
Chicago it was clear that both bands were going to break up. It's a Trap
didn't even show up to their last show. Score one more for Terry Plumming.


Meanwhile, Ralph and I had big, stupid plans of our own. Somehow, Terry had
transformed into a competition to see which person could make the biggest,
dumbest mistake. Who could fuck up their lives the most?


I don't know... It sure as shit seemed like a good idea at the time to save
as much money as possible (it wasn't enough), buy a 1948 40-foot city bus on
eBay and send Ralph and his girlfriend train-hopping across the country to
pick it up in Oregon and drive it to the house of a total stranger that
somebody said would convert it to run on waste vegetable oil out of the
kindness of his heart. What could possibly go wrong?


I was done working with Eric, but what the fuck... The last issue of Terry
had sucked and we all knew it. And who wants to go out with a whimper? So we
conceived of BACON-7, a twelve inch record with bizzaro-dance remixes of old
Terry stuff, a CD-r with new jams and a whole bunch of beautiful high color
posters. Eric worked on the visuals and the CD and I worked on the record
almost completely independent of one another. It actually went down pretty
smoothly. It is the best looking, best sounding, most complete thing that
Terry Plumming ever made.


The poster for the BACON-7 release said "Terry Plumming is dead. Long live
Terry Plumming." I'm pretty sure we were kidding ourselves. It's like that
thing that happens when you are dating someone who is really bad for you but
no matter how many times you break up with that person you end up back
together with them. That thing is an unhealthy thing to do.


It took a long time and a lot of borrowing of money and a lot of long hard
nights, but Ralph and Megan and the guy who knew how to do it succeeded at
getting the bus to run on waste vegetable oil. They said their thank-yous
and their you're welcomes and their goodbyes and they took off, headed back
to Chicago. Just outside of Salt Lake City the bus's engine died. I received
a phone call telling me this 10 minutes before I was scheduled to perform a
solo set at this years' Select Media Festival. I proceeded to have a nervous
breakdown on stage, ranting non-sensically into a microphone and breaking
most of my gear, before running off to hide in a window art installation
where I cried for a half hour while Ringo held me and said nothing. Most
people present were not phased. They just assumed that it was performance
art.


But it wasn't that bad. Ralph and Megan scrapped the bus and made back most
of the money we'd spent on it. They made it back to Chicago, we repaid our
debts an Max and Jesse let us borrow their van to go on tour. The other two
acts, Waterbabies and My Fairy Prince, backed out at the last second. But
what did we care? Me and Ralph had come to expect everything to go wrong all
the time. But we'd also learned that it was almost impossible not to
persevere. So we drove out of town, BACON7's in hand... prepared for Terry
Plumming's last tour ever. Prepared for everything to go wrong one last
time. And you know what? It didn't.


Eveerything went more or less okay. We did it. We played a bunch of shows.
And they went well. And we sold a lot of merch. And people dug it. We got
fed up with eachother and had a couple little spats, but it all played
itsself out in the music and by the next day we were always fine. We had
finally figured it all out. We finally made it work. We ended the tour back
at home with more friends and more money than we'd left with. And you know
what else? The van didn't even break down.



post-BACON


After that there were a few more attempts at collaborative projects. There
was the Terry-wrist Training Camp, where Version fetival-goers were
kidnapped and brainwashed. There was an ill-fated trip to an art festival in
Texas. But none of these things really succeeded at recaturing the magic.
Terry was done, and anyone who couldn't see that was only kidding
themselves.


When things reach their natural ends -- and this is it. This is the end. --
people like to ask questions like "If you had the chance, would you do it
all over again?" I think these are stupid questions. I think a more
applicable question is "Do you regret it?"


For all the bullshit that came along with doing Terry Plumming, I do not
regret it.


I learned more from Terry Plumming than I have from almost anything else
I've ever done. I gained some friends and I lost some friends, but such is
the nature of life. And I also scored experience out the wazoo.


Terry Plumming is dead. And I'm okay with that. I think about Ralph Barton
emerging from a cocoon covered in goo and crawling across the floor, a trail
of slime behind him. I think about this and I wonder to myself: what comes
next? I wonder, what nature of beast will the reincarnation of Terry be?


I think about it, and I am as terrified as I am excited.

ralph barton:

I think I understand why terry plumming failed to blow up outside of
Chicago.   But I really don't understand why BACON7 failed to sell
out.  I lost somewhere around five thousand dollars in my part of
releasing and touring behind terry plumming's most ambitious project.
I have two guys I'd really like to be friends with hounding me for
money I can't seem to pay back.  I know eric isn't fucking me on this
one 'cause there's boxes of copies of BACON7 taking up space in his
apartment, unsold.  Peter Principle.  Not worth it.  So infinitely
horrible.  A month of freezing nights in the desert, every day begging
the telephone for more money...... Touring behind , BACON7 i
experienced the hell of unrelenting suicidal visions closing my eyes
to  full cinematic visions of stepping in front of moving trains guns
blowing my head off.  As we were heading west out of Asheville, down
out of the Smoky Mountains, I Eric called me to tell me that John
Renniger had died.  Had been my mystic mentor popping up in my life
during the time 1996 on he put me in my first out of college art show,
curated my early zines in to library archives turned me on to the real
life of artist BACON contains the last published work he ever approved
in his lifetime I cried for days like I have never cried for any human
life I'm crying right now uncontrollably BACON is our epocal statement
on fuck you boring reality greedy stupid american asswipes
I'd like to brag and point out that BACON as well as everything terry
ever did was totally DIY the only thing we ever out sourced was the
vinal mastering and pressing.  DIY is the whole point of terry
plumming.  You can push yourself hard enough to break through the
walls of ordinary reality.  You can do it yourself better than anyone
else at every step.  Everyone can, all the time.  Eric did all the
printing himself and the pre press too.  It looks as good as any art
book in the world.  You can do that.  It's absolutely intolerable to
accept one iota of American stupidity.  BACON is a giant fuck you to
the impotent lame culture BushCo had been foisting on USA cows, us.
I took the photos of graffiti in Warsaw.  I particularly like the one
line cat drawing, they were every where.

eric graf:

oh boy, its big and bold and expensive and handsome and complete and its the end but i didn't
know it at the time. there is no way to make another terry plumming magazine after bacon, it
just achives and i love it. a note on printmaking: as i've said, when terry started no one
involved had any idea how to actually make a magazine let alone how to operate the machines
used to complete those tasks. by the time bacon happened i was printing everything for terry
in house, diy, and man, that has really changed my life. i really love printmaking and i probably
would have never found that out had it not been for terry. leading up to terry i was playing
around with 4 color process but just doing the standard stuff. i didn't know how to make
masking tape print to actually look like masking tape for example. during and after bacon
i figured this out and the importance of learning this has changed the way i look at everything,
it has changed the way i use my eyes. when i first started making print i told michael
one day that i didn't think my eyes worked properly and he got a kick out of this and used
it against me many times in regard to the way things looked or atleast my interpretation of
looking. the result: i trained my eyes. i don't know of any school that teaches this, well for that
matter i don't know of a school that teaches anything) and i can
only assume that for those who have gotten to this place with their eyes they will understand, but
for everyone else let me say it will be an individual battle, and for some it will be a battle
you will fight maybe for life and never win; keep fighting, what some people will excuse for a
fleshtone will really make you retch once you find the fleshtone place and live there,
in some ways i will be making print for the rest of my life, my eyes are working better, who knew?

also: included here as it was in the original magazine is that whole other magazine vito powers,
of which the claim has been made, vito powers does not lie.
records

records/dualmono

records/dualmono/tpd01

01 - terry dualmono - the joke - wzrd-chicago-88.3fm-11.20.03-1.30am-3.30am.mp3 98042.57Kb
tpd01.pdf 189.19Kb
ralph barton:

One of many very weird recordings of WZRD shows, I put this on when I
don't want people to stay very long.

eric graf:

this is a recording of a radio show some people i know very well did. dualmono
is this idea of putting 2 hours of content on one cd. the first 60 minutes
are in the left channel, the next 60 minutes are in the right channel.
obviously you can listen to both channels simultaneously, which is what i do
most times in the car. if you pull up next to somebody with this on they will
know what it means to be a cock blocked nasa scientist.

records/dualmono/tpd02

01 - terry dualmono 2 - air organ dream machine - wzrd-chicago-88.3fm-07.17.03-2.00am-4.00am.mp3 119169.23Kb
tpd02.pdf 109.40Kb

eric graf:

this recording hasn't really seen the light of day since it was broadcast,
it was dutifully copied for terry second dualmono release but didn't make
it out of the closet until now. so its one of those a first in the achive things.

records/tpr02

this release is included in tpr24.nfo 0.00Kb
tpr02.pdf 7989.26Kb

ralph barton:

This was later rereleased as tpr24, the 4 disk Dan Layne box set.  The
music is good, and without the intervention of terry, would be lost to
the world.

records/tpr03

01 - lool cuab - the best of - introduction.mp3 654.13Kb
02 - lool cuab - the best of - prdf_ohm_shree.mp3 6324.14Kb
03 - lool cuab - the best of - ambient.mp3 2555.97Kb
04 - lool cuab - the best of - paki_spaceman.mp3 4940.07Kb
05 - lool cuab - the best of - heatmarket.mp3 501.90Kb
06 - lool cuab - the best of - got_no_food.mp3 2858.63Kb
07 - lool cuab - the best of - radio_noise.mp3 570.62Kb
08 - lool cuab - the best of - filled_me_up_with_blood.mp3 4625.81Kb
09 - lool cuab - the best of - shattered_heartbreak.mp3 3101.22Kb
10 - lool cuab - the best of - telemarketer.mp3 7266.02Kb
11 - lool cuab - the best of - climbing_bible_noise.mp3 766.23Kb
12 - lool cuab - the best of - isaacs_mom_pt1.mp3 334.44Kb
13 - lool cuab - the best of - cell_phone.mp3 4559.74Kb
14 - lool cuab - the best of - a_few_beats.mp3 854.33Kb
15 - lool cuab - the best of - ira_laptronica_01a.mp3 6764.64Kb
16 - lool cuab - the best of - laptop_email.mp3 2333.91Kb
17 - lool cuab - the best of - you_mom_too_fat.mp3 1414.72Kb
18 - lool cuab - the best of - d_boon_homage.mp3 740.07Kb
19 - lool cuab - the best of - you_shouldnt_have_done_t.mp3 949.61Kb
20 - lool cuab - the best of - you_in_a_trance.mp3 1658.70Kb
21 - lool cuab - the best of - robothaiku.mp3 5870.51Kb
22 - lool cuab - the best of - template_for_explosion.mp3 10216.37Kb
23 - lool cuab - the best of - love_in_the_morning.mp3 2056.97Kb
24 - lool cuab - the best of - isaacs_mom_pt2.mp3 14422.00Kb
25 - lool cuab - the best of - you_push_me_away.mp3 2477.45Kb
26 - lool cuab - the best of - beach_boys_homage.mp3 5780.01Kb
27 - lool cuab - the best of - prdf_lau_chant.mp3 3309.37Kb
tpr03.pdf 605.15Kb

ralph barton:

I made this.  These tracks were composed during the time I lived with
my first wife, Kelly.  I worked on this for a long time and I was able
to produce something I feel quite proud of, a document that accurately
reflects my mental state at the time.  I can't listen to most of this
disk, it hurts my heart.  One of my recurring themes is that I keep
people in my life, close, long after the point where they have become
a detriment to my well being.  Not long after we started terry
plumming, my wife and I divorced, amicably, since I avoid conflict and
she was getting out easy.  She soon remarried, to a norm, and gave
birth to a child.  Even to this day I sometimes fantasize about
killing the child.

eric graf:

this is one of my favorite early tp records maybe because i know ralph so
well. i've known ralph for 10 years, he is one of my best friends. he
has been making music all the time i've known him and this is an especially
strange trip made in the way only ralph knows how.

records/tpr04

01 - rotten milk - improvisations for broken things - untitled 1.mp3 35822.36Kb
02 - rotten milk - improvisations for broken things - lets use psychiatry.mp3 24207.22Kb
03 - rotten milk - improvisations for broken things - weruiewrer.mp3 18061.66Kb
04 - rotten milk - improvisations for broken things - untitled 2.mp3 15771.92Kb
tpr04.pdf 275.67Kb

records/tpr04/bitemyrottenass

01 - rotten milk - bite my rotten ass - peechez and kreeem.mp3 8371.92Kb
02 - rotten milk - bite my rotten ass - get ur eat on (400 dpms).mp3 5500.44Kb
03 - rotten milk - bite my rotten ass - k.r.e.e.u.m.i.n.x. (just a moment).mp3 38880.85Kb
04 - rotten milk - bite my rotten ass - both republicans.mp3 32791.22Kb
bitemyrottenass.pdf 313.48Kb

ralph barton:

It's pretty good.  The secret is that there are other, earlier Rotten
Milk mash up tracks in existence that rule harder than anything he's
ever released.

eric graf:

those early tracks ralph is talking about, well, some of them are in the
archive as you can see above. this is a noise record.

records/tpr05

01 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - sea glass.mp3 5233.66Kb
02 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - let's go dutch.mp3 1613.82Kb
03 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - the collector.mp3 3432.68Kb
04 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - good mood, bad mood.mp3 4838.56Kb
05 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - margaritaville.mp3 4170.07Kb
06 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - don't worry zombie.mp3 6183.74Kb
07 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - transistor radio.mp3 6189.20Kb
08 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - walking down lunt.mp3 3267.09Kb
09 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - a clown's good deed.mp3 5499.76Kb
10 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - a cockroach for leopold.mp3 8926.63Kb
11 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - good for the worm.mp3 5118.75Kb
12 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - track12.mp3 1019.01Kb
13 - soft serve - good mood, bad mood - track13.mp3 7197.35Kb
tpr05.pdf 151.23Kb

ralph barton:

The early soft serve shows were all about a delicious kind of
technical incompetence catchy melodies and these hot chicks that El N
Oar would con into performing with her.  I think the world of el N
Oar.

eric graf:

i met eleanor and the first thing she told me is that she is serious
into music, and yeah, she's serious. this is her first record with terry
of the three she made with him, and they are all great. her music is
always changing and growing and all that yet this feels authentic to me
in a weird way the other ones don't, this soft serve is soft where the
later ones are harder heading into much harder, but more on that later.

records/tpr06

01 - john polachek - john polachek - she's a superfox.mp3 4041.41Kb
02 - john polachek - john polachek - icy aisha.mp3 4063.18Kb
03 - john polachek - john polachek - hia's oasis (rap).mp3 3199.77Kb
04 - john polachek - john polachek - here comes the sun.mp3 7059.09Kb
05 - john polachek - john polachek - i'm the sundance kid.mp3 3946.03Kb
06 - john polachek - john polachek - vanessa.mp3 4885.64Kb
07 - john polachek - john polachek - her name is tram.mp3 5195.53Kb
08 - john polachek - john polachek - i am johnny.mp3 5471.51Kb
09 - john polachek - john polachek - i dream of kimmie.mp3 4309.30Kb
10 - john polachek - john polachek - tough guy attitude.mp3 5261.69Kb
11 - john polachek - john polachek - my time machine (rap).mp3 2993.26Kb
12 - john polachek - john polachek - tough guy attitude (alternate).mp3 4132.30Kb
13 - john polachek - john polachek - tough guy attitude (alternate rap).mp3 3335.78Kb
14 - john polachek - john polachek - my time machine (alternate rap).mp3 2048.22Kb
15 - john polachek - john polachek - hia's oasis (alternate rap).mp3 2725.78Kb
tpr06.pdf 162.47Kb

ralph barton:

An important document in the cannon of lo-fi outsider music, John is
an unsettling musical voice.  He makes me feel as if I were meeting up
with an old friend after a prolonged period of separation, during
which time said friend experienced severe irrevocable traumatic brain
damage.  Important, and genius I suppose, but if I never hear this
junk again in my life it will be too soon.

eric graf:

this record is still amazing and any polachek haters out there better
shut their traps. he is a lost ramone. when he played the empty bottle
for the tina release i thought i would die, everyone's reaction there
was intense, i don't know how else to say it. his deconstruction of
here comes the sun is better than the original. i mean, shit, he can
make a beatles song sound okay! fuck the beatles.

records/tpr07

01 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - introduction.mp3 3659.73Kb
02 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - hello my little pinko friend item 1.mp3 4872.96Kb
03 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - nasa.mp3 1499.14Kb
04 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - the best sound you've ever gotten.mp3 3490.00Kb
05 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - rush limbaugh's sex party.mp3 2375.28Kb
06 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - rush limbaugh's dance party.mp3 1825.42Kb
07 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - children and law enforcement.mp3 1958.17Kb
08 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - this is the chatter.mp3 1586.30Kb
09 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - back bath slab.mp3 5081.91Kb
10 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - message.mp3 1230.91Kb
11 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - hello my little pinko friend item 2.mp3 2550.44Kb
12 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - title not found.mp3 4485.09Kb
13 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - be exalted beetle dentist.mp3 6988.94Kb
14 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - oswald goes to hollywood.mp3 8273.75Kb
15 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - reckless aggression.mp3 4234.35Kb
16 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - hello my little pinko friend item 3.mp3 3709.54Kb
17 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - prelude (waiting for the modern messiah).mp3 7196.13Kb
18 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - the arrival.mp3 7065.91Kb
19 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - god for sale.mp3 3046.27Kb
20 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - the gospel.mp3 10836.53Kb
21 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - unmerciful beating.mp3 7094.52Kb
22 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - march to death.mp3 6312.97Kb
23 - ignint mcnugget - pain and suffering - the crucifixion.mp3 9782.90Kb
tpr07.pdf 210.04Kb

ralph barton:

This is a good disk to put on if you are fucking peaking and you want
to listen to three records at once and really blow your mind.  When we
started terry plumming we had no idea that the artist we were working
with might actually have to do something, anything, for terry. ignint
mcnugget has never done anything to promote this disk, which I resent.

eric graf:

i guess dan meyer is still in ohio. i miss him, he's fucked up. hi dan!

records/tpr08

01 - moira cue - dance track - dance track.mp3 61175.81Kb
tpr08.pdf 89.57Kb

ralph barton:

A real clueless bird, Moira is now out in California trying to make it
as a straight pop singer.  I hope hell freezes over soon so's I can
hear her new stuff.  On this one track disk, the best part's in the
middle where she abruptly stops for eleven and a half minits of
silence.  Once I wasted most of an early rm vrs. bs rehearsal hitting
on Moira only to hear half of a co-dependant phone conversation to a
boyfriend.  Never seen her since, but she's still my freindster and
her picture is hot.

eric graf:

man ralph is harsh! you are just as clueless as anybody! maybe he meant
it sarcastically but i doubt it. this is good because you put it on and
then you forget it is on and then it starts again and time goes out the
window. the repetition the repetition.

records/tpr09_1

01 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - transmutation creation.mp3 6873.77Kb
02 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - spit, swallow or gag!.mp3 13106.88Kb
03 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - ...more disturbing american foreign policies.mp3 20854.20Kb
04 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - final muzak (for those who remember the dark years that lie beyond).mp3 13400.10Kb
05 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - soundtrack material excerpt one.mp3 3441.63Kb
06 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - soundtrack material excerpt two.mp3 2773.23Kb
07 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - factory atmospherics one.mp3 4041.45Kb
08 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - soundtrack material excerpt three.mp3 3414.55Kb
09 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - factory atmospherics two.mp3 2929.51Kb
10 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - contain subsector b! (part two).mp3 7085.04Kb
11 - death factory - industrial songbook volume one - the big tent.mp3 1642.38Kb
tpr09_1.pdf 249.72Kb

records/tpr09_2

01 - death factory - industrial songbook volume two - misfired synapse.mp3 24783.90Kb
02 - death factory - industrial songbook volume two - contain subsector b! (part one).mp3 6665.53Kb
03 - death factory - industrial songbook volume two - deadly bassdose.mp3 3456.82Kb
04 - death factory - industrial songbook volume two - techno-lovecraftian-art-damage.mp3 18777.83Kb
05 - death factory - industrial songbook volume two - zombie resonator (part one).mp3 13719.48Kb
06 - death factory - industrial songbook volume two - zombie resonator (part two).mp3 15662.67Kb
tpr09_2.pdf 239.78Kb

ralph barton:

I was not involved in picking most of the music in the terry plumming
catalog.  I don't even know who made these disks and I've damn sure
never seen death factory perform.  For a long time I was convinced
these were among the most worthless cdr's ever burned but then this
one time in western Mass. we were coming down off acid watching this
soft-core arty s&m spanking video and we put in vol. 2 of death
factory and it ruled.  It just goes to show you there's a time and a
place for everything.

eric graf:

i really have nothing to say about this record. i've used it as sound-
track before and it works yeah, its some hellish noise. i think it
intends to be creepy but that doesn't work on me. i would call it
informative in re: improv in chicago circa 2004

records/tpr10

01 - maze - ultrabanality - artwork.mp3 714.51Kb
02 - maze - ultrabanality - on the acid trip.mp3 1946.98Kb
03 - maze - ultrabanality - you messed everything up.mp3 2361.81Kb
04 - maze - ultrabanality - forget remember.mp3 1648.75Kb
05 - maze - ultrabanality - no babies.mp3 3186.26Kb
06 - maze - ultrabanality - communication.mp3 7177.47Kb
07 - maze - ultrabanality - key finding.mp3 2413.44Kb
08 - maze - ultrabanality - deepbit lastblast modo.mp3 4265.39Kb
09 - maze - ultrabanality - bagcheck.mp3 2701.97Kb
10 - maze - ultrabanality - longo dex edit.mp3 3424.83Kb
11 - maze - ultrabanality - a pentagram.mp3 8601.59Kb
12 - maze - ultrabanality - my apartment is a spaceship,baked alaska.mp3 14010.23Kb
13 - maze - ultrabanality - my celestial northpole.mp3 5918.83Kb
14 - maze - ultrabanality - wish the same.mp3 2261.66Kb
15 - maze - ultrabanality - doland.mp3 4345.00Kb
16 - maze - ultrabanality - i love you.mp3 1641.88Kb
17 - maze - ultrabanality - a million miles an hour.mp3 4877.91Kb
18 - maze - ultrabanality - nighttime,toaster oven its gonna rain,facemask or archway.mp3 5395.54Kb
19 - maze - ultrabanality - spanish bit.mp3 4175.88Kb
20 - maze - ultrabanality - oohoohoohoohoooooh-heyayayaya.mp3 4865.12Kb
21 - maze - ultrabanality - the superstar heart.mp3 2604.45Kb
22 - maze - ultrabanality - strung out at the prison rodeo.mp3 7214.77Kb
23 - maze - ultrabanality - fucked up.mp3 5005.26Kb
tpr10.pdf 538.43Kb

ralph barton:

I made this with Tilly.  Before the divorce, during the trial
separation phase, I moved in with this cat.  At the time I was pretty
obsessive about sculpting tracks on my computer.  Tilly was always
coming in my room, in a friendly way that made it hard to work.  So I
started putting a microphone on him and pushing him to make these
certain sounds.  A writing session with Eric and Nat at the Hideout
yielded most of the lyrics.

eric graf:

this record is way too long but has some amazing moments, this is the
first of the maze recordings and i wrote a lot of the lyrics, but let
me say that when i say write i mean i wrote some stuff and gave it to
the machine that was the maze and let what happen happen. it was really
fucking hot, like 100+F everyday when this was being recorded, you can
almost hear the heat. if i remember correctly this was recorded with
one mic with no overdubs, except for the few obvious mixes. strange pop.

records/tpr11

01 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - it's wonderful.mp3 1410.40Kb
02 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - hip hop jihad.mp3 9475.55Kb
03 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - pushy customer.mp3 1237.17Kb
04 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - 2-beat looper.mp3 1238.00Kb
05 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - euro cheese.mp3 1319.13Kb
06 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - please or.mp3 419.25Kb
07 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - mallet mullet.mp3 2342.70Kb
08 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - killa killa baybe.mp3 8680.40Kb
09 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - deep moment.mp3 3275.38Kb
10 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - newscast.mp3 1554.88Kb
11 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - worst thing ever.mp3 2745.66Kb
12 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - certain smile.mp3 20324.50Kb
13 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - greasy hairdo.mp3 2935.44Kb
14 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - kool klub.mp3 1994.65Kb
15 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - this is where we make eurotrash.mp3 7934.25Kb
16 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - shitfaced shitface.mp3 34730.79Kb
17 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - talking talking talking.mp3 7412.22Kb
18 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - track18.mp3 74.24Kb
19 - bubblegum shitface - bubblegum shitface - track19.mp3 496.47Kb
tpr11.pdf 572.03Kb

records/tpr11/CRYING

BE_A_MAN.mp3 224.80Kb
CRYING_01.mp3 42.10Kb
CRYING_02.mp3 78.28Kb
CRYING_03.mp3 64.87Kb
TOMMORROW_WILL_BE.mp3 127.81Kb
YOU_ARE_NOT.mp3 479.92Kb

ralph barton:

I got this new synth, a Roland SH-32, and as I was testing it out, my
friend, impressed with its huge cheezeyness, told me that "[I] should
put out an album of this stuff and call it Bubblegm Shitface"  Not a
friend I see very often, he was quite surprised to see the name he'd
coined appear in the Chicago reader a few years later.  This record
was completed, start to finish, in one week.  I'm not particularly
emotionally attached but neither am I ashamed and people always seem
to comment on the "worst thing ever" track.

records/tpr12

01 - brian klein - product of technology - junoflek.mp3 35257.29Kb
02 - brian klein - product of technology - like powdered milk.mp3 36353.63Kb
03 - brian klein - product of technology - new wave. no wave. same difference..mp3 14911.78Kb
tpr12.pdf 136.76Kb

ralph barton:

I like Brian loads, have known him for many years now even we are both
affiliated with another record label, Retinascan.  I don't own a
working cd player.  I haven't heard this cdr in so long that I have no
idea what it sounds like, but Brian is a super nice person, you should
buy him dinner if you ever get the chance.

records/tpr13

01 - koutaro fukui - post box media - intro.mp3 1240.86Kb
02 - koutaro fukui - post box media - field recording 1.mp3 1483.16Kb
03 - koutaro fukui - post box media - live recording of unisphere 1.mp3 6079.55Kb
04 - koutaro fukui - post box media - field recording 2.mp3 2363.37Kb
05 - koutaro fukui - post box media - field recording 3.mp3 1595.62Kb
06 - koutaro fukui - post box media - improvisation performance 1.mp3 1142.42Kb
07 - koutaro fukui - post box media - recording of clap.mp3 1034.01Kb
08 - koutaro fukui - post box media - nussuto-1.mp3 1052.05Kb
09 - koutaro fukui - post box media - critics about this cd.mp3 889.81Kb
10 - koutaro fukui - post box media - improvisation from dat.mp3 372.88Kb
11 - koutaro fukui - post box media - field recording 4.mp3 3039.76Kb
12 - koutaro fukui - post box media - live recording of unisphere 2.mp3 1251.94Kb
13 - koutaro fukui - post box media - improvisation performance 2.mp3 296.11Kb
14 - koutaro fukui - post box media - improvisation performance 3.mp3 12007.51Kb
15 - koutaro fukui - post box media - conversation about avant guard music 1.mp3 733.54Kb
16 - koutaro fukui - post box media - performance in dat(2004)-1.mp3 1486.69Kb
17 - koutaro fukui - post box media - performance in dat(2004)-2.mp3 2145.01Kb
18 - koutaro fukui - post box media - studio live performance(2004)-3.mp3 4802.77Kb
19 - koutaro fukui - post box media - conversation about avant guard music 2.mp3 123.37Kb
20 - koutaro fukui - post box media - nussuto-2.mp3 2959.25Kb
21 - koutaro fukui - post box media - studio live performance(2004)-2 and field recording of insects.mp3 3657.66Kb
22 - koutaro fukui - post box media - studio live performance(2004)-1 and field recording of july 4 2004.mp3 4509.57Kb
23 - koutaro fukui - post box media - sibafu no ue de.mp3 4754.46Kb
24 - koutaro fukui - post box media - field recording of july 4 2004.mp3 2081.25Kb
25 - koutaro fukui - post box media - conversation about summer.mp3 714.91Kb
26 - koutaro fukui - post box media - improvisation in dat(2004).mp3 1036.65Kb
tpr13.pdf 90.35Kb

ralph barton:

Rotten Milk used to collaborate with this kid a lot.  Now he's back in
Japan I think.  He was always playing out.  Real good sense of what
kind of abstract intellectual noise people would actually listen to.
I wonder what he's up to now?

eric graf:

koutaro is a great guy. he did the last track on tp2 which is a really
great upbeat ending for that overly sour compilation. that comp was
real angry but i don't think koutaro could get angry, i never saw him
lose his cool.

records/tpr14

01 - 19 situations for 6 improvisers a system for hearing - jonathan chen - track1.mp3 68132.05Kb
tpr14.pdf 148.33Kb

ralph barton:

I could use the same blurb from tpr13 except change japan to somewhere
in New England working with Anthony Braxton or some other egghead
music person.

eric graf:
a nice piece of improv, i don't know much about it, though. maybe rotten
milk could shed some light on the subject?

records/tpr15

01 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - when the saints go marching in.mp3 3603.84Kb
02 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - under the boardwalk.mp3 4650.78Kb
03 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - friends in low places.mp3 6478.96Kb
04 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - new york, new york.mp3 5736.20Kb
05 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - baby love.mp3 4520.79Kb
06 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - ain't no mountain high enough.mp3 7185.89Kb
07 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - the twist.mp3 4178.31Kb
08 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - minnie the moocher.mp3 5890.41Kb
09 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - let it be.mp3 5462.98Kb
10 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - just my imagination.mp3 6034.90Kb
11 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - what a wonderful world.mp3 4117.90Kb
12 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - yellow submarine.mp3 4684.90Kb
13 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - a little help from my friends.mp3 4321.60Kb
14 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - where everybody knows your name.mp3 5632.61Kb
15 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - can't buy me love.mp3 4103.59Kb
16 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - we are family.mp3 5919.51Kb
17 - ignint mcnugget - drunken neighbors karaoke party - world's greatest.mp3 8262.13Kb
tpr15.pdf 34.93Kb

ralph barton:

This disk is exactly what it says it is.

eric graf:

what ralph doesn't mention is that this sold exceptionally well.
who'd a thunk it? i guess its like one of those 60's strange comedy
records.

records/tpr16

01 - lightbox orchestra - instant landscape - 1.mp3 26120.35Kb
02 - lightbox orchestra - instant landscape - 2.mp3 18365.56Kb
03 - lightbox orchestra - instant landscape - 3.mp3 16622.99Kb
04 - lightbox orchestra - instant landscape - 4.mp3 12954.01Kb
05 - lightbox orchestra - instant landscape - 5.mp3 17551.68Kb
tpr16.pdf 322.10Kb

ralph barton:

Fred Lomberg-Holm is like a famous elder in the Chicago weird music
scene.  We were all real proud that he would let one of his projects
come out on our cdr label.  I had nothing to do with this disk except
assembling the final packages.  I did meet Fred once or twice, he
seemed nice.  Once I opened for him when he played a duet with Weasel
Walter that was one of the coolest high speed jazz jams I ever heard.
This don't sound like that, however.

eric graf:

i was totally surprised that someone with fred's chops would be
interested in working with someone like terry but he was and we
did. this lightbox concept, where he controls improvisers with
a series of colored lights, thus affecting a type of composition
was a real winner live. fred's got the touch.

records/tpr17

01 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - thoughts into sound.mp3 3901.75Kb
02 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - gwendaline.mp3 12975.73Kb
03 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - puma-shaped coffee-table.mp3 8244.51Kb
04 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - website song.mp3 1540.68Kb
05 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - orange smoothie party mix.mp3 3661.49Kb
06 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - bongpullin'est beats.mp3 3172.62Kb
07 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - prophesies trio.mp3 7837.26Kb
08 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - i've got.mp3 2541.56Kb
09 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - team cholo housesitter.mp3 17782.98Kb
10 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - faggot i'm crazy (i talk to radios).mp3 6218.56Kb
11 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - stalker (in my fantasies).mp3 13649.99Kb
12 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - after the happy ending.mp3 7611.26Kb
13 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - bicycle seat.mp3 12611.80Kb
14 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - the bread and butter.mp3 6006.65Kb
15 - rotten milk vs. bubblegum shitface - difficult listening - all along the watchtower.mp3 16103.05Kb
tpr17.pdf 240.01Kb

ralph barton:

I've done more live shows with this band  than anything else I've ever
been a part of.  Live, we never played the same set twice.  Eric
recorded this and Dave mixed it.  I'd never been just the source
material but I liked it, the results are not what I would have made
and that's what I like about this.  Dan Layne drew the cover art
during one of the recording sessions, presumably the one where Josh
the drummer from MahJong gave me a bottle of rum to make peace over
some stupid shit.

eric graf:

i loved being in on the recording sessions for this disc, just to
spend time with ralph and milk while this was being made was a treat.
buddy was seriously bombed out by this time and it was the perfect
setting for two serious weirdos to get their weird on. ralph's
lyrical content, though hard to decipher, is really something. milk's
whack rapper line puts the whole thing in a special corner for me,
noise music that is almost like pop music, or actually indie pop,
the message of no message message. of course it sounds infinitely
more interesting than most of the indie pop trash floating around
at the time.

records/tpr18

01 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - dynamite nasty.mp3 3585.10Kb
02 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - how awsome is it.mp3 5385.72Kb
03 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - hot belly highway.mp3 7211.08Kb
04 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - rodrigo.mp3 6350.54Kb
05 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - slumber party.mp3 4918.62Kb
06 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - beginning to see the flashlight.mp3 2111.58Kb
07 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - carrot festival.mp3 1788.06Kb
08 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - diamond girls.mp3 2361.89Kb
09 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - the seed of crimatia.mp3 2514.96Kb
10 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - break.mp3 175.18Kb
11 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - two car garage.mp3 762.21Kb
12 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - its all for the better now.mp3 2391.40Kb
13 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - the patient is injected.mp3 1027.52Kb
14 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - kevin.mp3 2898.18Kb
15 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - scarry and.mp3 3728.53Kb
16 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - i want to call home.mp3 6448.34Kb
17 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - its scary tonight (i know).mp3 5598.80Kb
18 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - love me.mp3 1524.59Kb
19 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - never rong.mp3 2868.70Kb
20 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - yesterday.mp3 2164.87Kb
21 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - elephant's curse.mp3 496.93Kb
22 - soft serve maze - soft serve maze - portland.mp3 6213.60Kb
tpr18.pdf 286.29Kb

ralph barton:

I was really happy with this one.  The Soft Serve part is markedly
more evolved than her earlier disks.  Tilly and I recorded the Maze
tracks in my apartment in Bridgeport.  At the time he had this smoking
hot girlfriend who made him come late and leave early so I was lucky
to get this much material.  Some of these tracks he really steps
outside himself, it's haunting.

eric graf:

suffice it to say i love this record, two great groups in their prime.
it is sad that maze couldn't tour, but they just COULDN'T. you understand,
right?

records/tpr19

01 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy 1.mp3 1244.78Kb
02 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy 2.mp3 2159.18Kb
03 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy 3.mp3 3639.99Kb
04 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy 4.mp3 1947.67Kb
05 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy 5.mp3 2819.63Kb
06 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy 6.mp3 3259.84Kb
07 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - introjoke.mp3 298.99Kb
08 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - disco demo.mp3 3395.68Kb
09 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - winslow blood.mp3 4364.76Kb
10 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - toyko hotel.mp3 5925.73Kb
11 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - drug beats.mp3 5472.56Kb
12 - carpet of sexy safety pin - carpet of sexy safety pin - captain theme.mp3 5073.74Kb
tpr19.pdf 166.96Kb

records/tpr19/cutters_ep

01 - safety pin - cutters ep - bourgeois blues.mp3 2517.96Kb
02 - safety pin - cutters ep - fucksmith.mp3 3584.81Kb
03 - safety pin - cutters ep - heartbeat.mp3 4284.86Kb
04 - safety pin - cutters ep - absolut neglect.mp3 4188.89Kb
05 - safety pin - cutters ep - roy stuart.mp3 3350.42Kb
06 - safety pin - cutters ep - jump in the river.mp3 7550.32Kb
07 - safety pin - cutters ep - bob dylan does the who.mp3 2889.76Kb
cutters_ep.pdf 269.04Kb

ralph barton:

I spent a month on the road  with these guys.  To a one they're
stellar human beings.  The Carpet side is some of the hardest jamming
tracks in the whole terry catalog, dirty sweaty Chicago style freak
your spaz jams.  Get hurt 'cause it makes you feel alive.  Midwestern
noise self-loathing meets killer electro beats..  Safety Pin is one of
the best live performers I've ever worked with.  Take any chance you
ever get to see him do anything.  One time in the middle of his set he
recounted the entire plot of Karate Kid III in minute detail.

eric graf:

another double ep much in the same vein of the last one, trying to pair
up two groups that would work well together. this one works, too, though
differently, very differently.

records/tpr20

tpr20.pdf 907.16Kb

records/tpr20/1

01 - 100 improvising musicians inside an 80' pentagram 5 conductors - perwankers - perwankers.mp3 64985.22Kb

records/tpr20/2

01 - 100 improvising musicians inside an 80' pentagram 5 conductors - eleanor balson, wankers - eleanor balson.mp3 40920.48Kb
02 - 100 improvising musicians inside an 80' pentagram 5 conductors - eleanor balson, wankers - wankers.mp3 21775.89Kb

records/tpr20/3

01 - 100 improvising musicians inside an 80' pentagram 5 conductors - fred lonberg-holm, brian labycz, rotten milk, jamie trecker - fred lonberg-holm.mp3 24965.41Kb
02 - 100 improvising musicians inside an 80' pentagram 5 conductors - fred lonberg-holm, brian labycz, rotten milk, jamie trecker - brian labycz.mp3 18204.50Kb
03 - 100 improvising musicians inside an 80' pentagram 5 conductors - fred lonberg-holm, brian labycz, rotten milk, jamie trecker - rotten milk.mp3 23261.32Kb
04 - 100 improvising musicians inside an 80' pentagram 5 conductors - fred lonberg-holm, brian labycz, rotten milk, jamie trecker - jamie trecker.mp3 16336.90Kb

ralph barton:

I wrote the liner notes for this project.  You should read them.

eric graf:

this was one of the greatest of the terry projects, these recordings were
made during the terry plumming summit (see projects) in a huge concrete
basement. i remember when the improvisers hit this level of volume (which
is still the loudest, thickest sound i have ever experienced) all off the
dust fell out of the ceiling, creating a massive fog. it was an all day
kinda thing, i loved every minute of it. this recording does the room
justice, dynamic, a real symphonic sound. i recorded it, todd carter
mastered it, he did a great job bringing out what was there, i listen to
it often, again, in the car.

records/tpr21

01 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - fished out of existance (radio edit).mp3 1297.61Kb
02 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - pure transcendent noise.mp3 4093.88Kb
03 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - waldorf on my mamma.mp3 2013.55Kb
04 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - the spirit of love in you.mp3 8318.72Kb
05 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - roofies in paradise.mp3 5457.83Kb
06 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - e-mail before pussy.mp3 2406.94Kb
07 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - victor_will_get_rich.mp3 15910.71Kb
08 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - fly on cowboy.mp3 3746.01Kb
09 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - livingfucked.mp3 4266.17Kb
10 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - safe from the moustache.mp3 8537.04Kb
11 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - penis envy.mp3 8548.62Kb
12 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - notch, no.mp3 1340.70Kb
13 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - terror is a ice cold drink.mp3 7871.77Kb
14 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - demonsinguitar.mp3 781.96Kb
15 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - i miss that friend of mine.mp3 22530.64Kb
16 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - so hot.mp3 2376.92Kb
17 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - a face like an excited dog.mp3 88.01Kb
18 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - don't sleep.mp3 8913.62Kb
19 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - he is proud.mp3 2899.02Kb
20 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - blackout lifestyle.mp3 117.57Kb
21 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - wtf.mp3 335.88Kb
22 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - twinkle in your eyes.mp3 63.68Kb
23 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - yahw gatta buleve.mp3 1803.38Kb
24 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - topics.mp3 3056.11Kb
25 - bubblegum shitface - handlerlerless - payattention.mp3 574.29Kb
tpr21.pdf 151.06Kb

ralph barton:

I was on a creative roll with this.  At the time I was quite proud but
when I handed off to Eric he was only pissed that I'd made this
instead of doing some other thing.  The packaging is flimsy and people
don't really seem to like it so this is probably me being self
indulgent.  Cold coins is an ok track.

eric graf:

this record is fucked up.

records/tpr22

01 - typewriter - character generator - pronouns.mp3 1868.11Kb
02 - typewriter - character generator - character generator.mp3 4063.87Kb
03 - typewriter - character generator - propel.mp3 5297.72Kb
04 - typewriter - character generator - bad air.mp3 4389.56Kb
05 - typewriter - character generator - blood drive.mp3 5596.62Kb
06 - typewriter - character generator - satanic.mp3 3971.15Kb
07 - typewriter - character generator - sorrow is a service.mp3 4462.40Kb
08 - typewriter - character generator - young murder.mp3 5267.70Kb
09 - typewriter - character generator - the snow is warm, the ice is hot.mp3 5483.98Kb
tpr22.pdf 128.59Kb

ralph barton:

Joe is an amazing drummer and true all around creative force.   Many
former members of the PRDF were in this band. Unfortunately this disk
kinda blows.  We were all surprised that Joe would give us sub-par
work right at the last minit .  oh well.  Live, this band we the
coolest thing ever.  They built sets, had costumes, props, a narrative
thread, the music is fucking loud w/ relentless hard driving beats.
Dan Layne and I used to do elaborately choreographed video mixing
during their shows.  You missed it.  It was great.

records/tpr23

01 - soft serve - sleezee - sleezee.mp3 5195.45Kb
02 - soft serve - sleezee - flip flop fetishist.mp3 5967.80Kb
03 - soft serve - sleezee - fish on a spur.mp3 3258.24Kb
04 - soft serve - sleezee - bubbles & the bottom of my shoe.mp3 576.30Kb
05 - soft serve - sleezee - chivalry timbers.mp3 4074.39Kb
06 - soft serve - sleezee - abu grabe.mp3 4504.89Kb
07 - soft serve - sleezee - killing n' fucking.mp3 945.66Kb
08 - soft serve - sleezee - moving my thing.mp3 7705.12Kb
09 - soft serve - sleezee - dragon dogs of irony's end.mp3 2040.22Kb
10 - soft serve - sleezee - archeological dig thru yr heart.mp3 3738.78Kb
11 - soft serve - sleezee - the octopus & the spider.mp3 15895.84Kb
12 - soft serve - sleezee - blew sky.mp3 3943.85Kb
13 - soft serve - sleezee - ow-oo-ga.mp3 4151.22Kb
tpr23.pdf 596.34Kb

ralph barton:

The most heartbreakingly beautiful track in the whole terry plumming
catalog is on this disk.  The tragic love of the octopus and the
spider.  One time I tried to play it in the van and Dave made me take
it off because he was crying.  I'm crying right now.

eric graf:

this is my favorite soft serve disc in the catalog, she has since made
another, but this one is still my fav. it is the broken pussy disco.
eleanor told me once that she played this for her dad, i wish i could
have been there.

records/tpr24

tpr24.pdf 515.63Kb

records/tpr24/antiquarian

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25 - dan layne - antiquarian - track25.mp3 7036.94Kb
26 - dan layne - antiquarian - track26.mp3 997.40Kb

records/tpr24/convrol

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records/tpr24/dreamscrape

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records/tpr24/savant_guard

01 - dan layne and rich fry - savant guard - rude awakening.mp3 2936.72Kb
02 - dan layne and rich fry - savant guard - rush.mp3 6781.77Kb
03 - dan layne and rich fry - savant guard - break free.mp3 8163.74Kb
04 - dan layne and rich fry - savant guard - low.mp3 4571.06Kb
05 - dan layne and rich fry - savant guard - bela.mp3 9365.95Kb
06 - dan layne and rich fry - savant guard - prayer.mp3 4165.79Kb
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records/tpr24/surrealiticious

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38 - dan layne - surrealiticious - track38.mp3 2748.38Kb
39 - dan layne - surrealiticious - track39.mp3 9851.78Kb
40 - dan layne - surrealiticious - track40.mp3 2673.47Kb
41 - dan layne - surrealiticious - track41.mp3 2388.56Kb
42 - dan layne - surrealiticious - track42.mp3 1719.80Kb
43 - dan layne - surrealiticious - track43.mp3 4310.23Kb
44 - dan layne - surrealiticious - track44.mp3 4750.57Kb
ralph barton: We had to release this. terry plumming was formed to release music that would otherwise never see the light of day. I've know Dan since I was in college. He's an odd bird. This 4 disk set is a massive exploration of very personal ideas about electronic music composition. I think the uh, genre, here would be soundtracks for films that don't exist. We used to say that Dan Layne was an OX back when we were doing the PRDF. eric graf: dan layne's entire 90's output. cuddle up with your significant other and get the chips and dip out and sit back, turn down the sound off the sound on the tv, and start a joint. you will notice that this is the future soundtrack for everything. dan layne IS an OX. ok.

records/tpr26

01 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - gimme two, i'm a kennedy.mp3 2195.23Kb
02 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - 3-25-05.mp3 1816.71Kb
03 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - reel2reelmeiser#2.mp3 1967.88Kb
04 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - get outta here randy.mp3 9465.89Kb
05 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - electric prunes.mp3 1714.15Kb
06 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - rrreposado!!!!#1.mp3 4377.46Kb
07 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - lobster tails and hand lotion.mp3 2447.78Kb
08 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - randy o'meiser.mp3 5307.12Kb
09 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - phone call from randy.mp3 5716.53Kb
10 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - state plus 24 (the professional state).mp3 4413.79Kb
11 - randomizer ii - the opposite of gary - this wouldn't happen if doug were here....mp3 2897.13Kb
tpr26.pdf 256.54Kb

ralph barton:

Another release from a "band" that never performed live.  I had
nothing to do with this cdr, I've never listened to the whole thing
and I can't tell you anything about this thing.  I seriously don't
know what the fuck we were thinking putting this out.

eric graf:

i really never knew these guys, this came entirely through rotten milk.
i wish it was weirder and less academic but oh well, here it is.

records/tpr27

01 - hagedorn, reardon, rufus brown, vandonsel - anaananaan - part 1.mp3 39206.51Kb
02 - hagedorn, reardon, rufus brown, vandonsel - anaananaan - part 2.mp3 12301.79Kb
tpr27.pdf 93.86Kb

ralph barton:

Another release from a "band" that never performed live.  I had
nothing to do with this cdr, I've never listened to the whole thing
and I can't tell you anything about this thing.  I seriously don't
know what the fuck we were thinking putting this out.

eric graf:

this is where ralph and i differ yet again. mike hagedorn is great.
this is nearly as great as his all tuba stooges cover band but its
mike getting down with some cats and real listenable.

records/tpr28

01 - james pickup - big city junk - after the party.mp3 2633.54Kb
02 - james pickup - big city junk - parade.mp3 2707.67Kb
03 - james pickup - big city junk - window shopping.mp3 1622.17Kb
04 - james pickup - big city junk - burt & ernie.mp3 2925.54Kb
05 - james pickup - big city junk - nice thanks.mp3 3150.47Kb
06 - james pickup - big city junk - tony the drummer.mp3 1047.72Kb
07 - james pickup - big city junk - how r u.mp3 3840.23Kb
08 - james pickup - big city junk - pink flamingo.mp3 2773.77Kb
09 - james pickup - big city junk - farm yard.mp3 2347.82Kb
10 - james pickup - big city junk - yeah.mp3 6602.37Kb
11 - james pickup - big city junk - porno dub.mp3 2858.37Kb
12 - james pickup - big city junk - winter in cali.mp3 4479.87Kb
tpr28.pdf 146.42Kb

ralph barton:

I like Jamie alot, this cdr's pretty good.  I know he could do better
so I've never really been able to get into this although it's entirely
produced with kids toys.

eric graf:

this record has a great sound, it gets real jumpy and goes real smooth,
sometimes simultaneously. nice outing from pickup.

records/tpr29

01 - tom gillis - tom gillis - 1.mp3 15701.37Kb
02 - tom gillis - tom gillis - 2.mp3 18677.29Kb
03 - tom gillis - tom gillis - 3.mp3 7190.15Kb
04 - tom gillis - tom gillis - 4.mp3 6120.88Kb
05 - tom gillis - tom gillis - 5.mp3 9861.63Kb
06 - tom gillis - tom gillis - 6.mp3 8237.31Kb
tpr29.pdf 20.03Kb

ralph barton:

Fuck Tom Gillis.  This is seriously the lamest thing in the catalog.
I tried to listen to it once, fuck that.  This guy disappeared off the
map.  I don't know why Dave thought it was important that I spend my
money helping release someone's cdr when they didn't even have it
together enough to give up one memorable moment.  I never even had
coffee with Tom.  If I ever see him I am seriously going to kick the
shit out of him.

eric graf:

i really haven't listened to this since it was released. i believe it is
the one piece of terry media that sold zero copies, so it carries that
distinction, which is nice.

records/tpr30

01 - rotten milk - p - p.mp3 5969.31Kb
02 - rotten milk - p - pp.mp3 13093.74Kb
03 - rotten milk - p - ppp.mp3 15885.86Kb
04 - rotten milk - p - pppp.mp3 3885.82Kb
05 - rotten milk - p - ppppp.mp3 12690.64Kb
06 - rotten milk - p - pppppp.mp3 7398.36Kb
07 - rotten milk - p - ppppppp.mp3 8617.67Kb
08 - rotten milk - p - pppppppp.mp3 8200.65Kb
tpr30.pdf 114.79Kb

ralph barton:

I love Dave but this is not music I like.

eric graf:

i'm with ralph on this but i will say it is good for mixing into other
things, like live radio. did you consider that ralph?

records/tpr31

01 - it's a trapcarpet of sexy - it's a trapcarpet of sexy 7inch - bricks and seedshoy decimos bastathe truth about lobotomies.mp3 9581.81Kb
02 - it's a trapcarpet of sexy - it's a trapcarpet of sexy 7inch - napalm horseplaythe raspno whammy.mp3 7903.22Kb
tpr31.pdf 1053.70Kb

eric graf:

this 7 inch was made with hardscrabble amatuers and i love the carpet of sexy
side but am lukewarm about it's a trap. they toured behind this and i guess
everything went relatively well. there were two covers for this 7inch.
this is the first mass produced foil print i had done for terry and it
went really well, randall christopher bailey did the art for terry's version
of the cover and its simply awesome retarded. everything randall does is
retarded. also everything carpet of sexy did was retarded, so this is really
a meeting of the retarded minds.

records/tpr32

01 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud1.mp3 938.60Kb
02 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud2.mp3 2106.47Kb
03 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud3.mp3 24128.52Kb
04 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud4.mp3 12321.15Kb
05 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud5.mp3 5024.20Kb
06 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud6.mp3 2808.46Kb
07 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud7.mp3 2736.77Kb
08 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud8.mp3 9866.99Kb
09 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud9.mp3 3355.16Kb
10 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud10.mp3 2651.51Kb
11 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud11.mp3 7588.42Kb
12 - waterbabies - what's up ladies - stud12.mp3 4918.20Kb
tpr32.pdf 361.98Kb
WATERBABIES a bunch of studs 8161.doc 25.50Kb

ralph barton:

I have some pretty good reasons to fucking hate these guys but they're
always nice to me let bygones be bygones.  These jams are solid they
kinda sound like long lost Can demo tapes.  I don't like it that
there's no emotional risks being taken here.  Live, these guys lay out
hot sweaty dance jams, they like to make girls happy.

eric graf:

this is a great one, a mahjongg side project, in its prime and real tribal,
which i generally find unappealing, but this record has so much more going
on for it... wait a second this sounds like a mahjongg review. this is the
archive not a record review goddamnit! listen to this none the less.

records/tpr33

01 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - garden veg-soup.mp3 8127.35Kb
02 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - peach & blueberry cocktail.mp3 2961.32Kb
03 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - fresh fruit salad.mp3 3087.77Kb
04 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - catalina tossed salad.mp3 1956.05Kb
05 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - veal piccata.mp3 322.49Kb
06 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - chicken, portobello mushroom and cheese ravioli w basil tomato sauce.mp3 4038.18Kb
07 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - broiled canadian lake trout.mp3 2152.56Kb
08 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - squash.mp3 5134.59Kb
09 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - asparagus.mp3 5930.92Kb
10 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - brown rice pilaf.mp3 251.10Kb
11 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - mash.mp3 2259.49Kb
12 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - chocolate souffle.mp3 5222.00Kb
13 - insect deli - tomorrow's luncheon stains - amaretto sundae.mp3 358.41Kb
tpr33.pdf 337.45Kb

ralph barton:

I had, have, a major crush on Julia.  The kind of crush that will not
go away even though you are getting no signs of reciprocation.
Painful and sweet.  She's the coolest person.  This music is great.
I've tried so hard not to creep on Julia but damn she makes my brain
not work right.   Oh yeah, she had a boyfriend.

records/tpr34

01 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - intro.mp3 1415.78Kb
02 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - song in the key of jessie.mp3 6541.29Kb
03 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - smile and die.mp3 4171.39Kb
04 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - fun's monday.mp3 4871.27Kb
05 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - blank.mp3 1424.87Kb
06 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - radical rhythm.mp3 1728.74Kb
07 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - oscar is the man.mp3 1805.93Kb
08 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - creation of heaven and earth.mp3 2301.66Kb
09 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - touching base.mp3 876.15Kb
10 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - when a sound engineer says not to touch his board, he means it.mp3 141.45Kb
11 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - colonel sucking dirt.mp3 1766.45Kb
12 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - punk song in gb major.mp3 2742.16Kb
13 - david diarrhea - diarrhea of a madman - oscar is a fag (oscar is the man remix).mp3 903.08Kb
tpr34.pdf 142.63Kb

ralph barton:

Our proto gay.  David's a swell kid.  Someday he'll be some kind of
weird superstar.  He's got a really bad stutter.  Everybody I know
who's got an intense stutter is awesome.  I've learned to pay special
attention to a person if they stutter real bad when I meet them.  It's
like a sign, a mark, a signifier an auspicious portent.   This cdr
don't do it for me, but it is important that we were able to work with
David and help him weird out early.

eric graf:

i love david. we were in the war together.

records/tpr36

01 - brenmar - a husk of hares - 1.mp3 2347.40Kb
02 - brenmar - a husk of hares - 2.mp3 3325.37Kb
03 - brenmar - a husk of hares - 3.mp3 6055.71Kb
04 - brenmar - a husk of hares - 4.mp3 4242.26Kb
05 - brenmar - a husk of hares - 5.mp3 1470.95Kb
06 - brenmar - a husk of hares - 6.mp3 5829.76Kb
tpr36.pdf 65.62Kb

ralph barton:

This guy won some kind of contest we had.  I was nonplused.

eric graf:

he won the contest and just the opposite.

records/tpr37

records/tpr37/genitals

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records/tpr37/hassan

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ralph barton:

I love these guys deeply.  This music is seminal.  The best recordings
I ever made with Rotten Milk were with Hsan from HTEETH.  Someday they
will see the light of day.  This summer I got to perform at the
Autonomous Mutant Festival with these kids and DannGreen.  That was so
cool.  The AMF is hands down the best freak noize party in USA.  If
you have never been your life is just a shadow of what it could be.

eric graf:

this is in the archive released from terry for the first time right now,
right here, and everyone is better for it. i'll speak for michael right
now and say that he loves this one. there is a picture of genitals
that he hung on my wall 3 years ago of him holding up the terry
cum rag somewhere in a forest. he's wearing a dress and saying something
very serious with his eyes.

records/tpr38

01 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - 1-2-3-4 fingers sweating.mp3 1517.44Kb
02 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - 8 august yesterday i had a terrible evening.mp3 9531.40Kb
03 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - a man trying not to die.mp3 1481.59Kb
04 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - another fantastic vision.mp3 4931.20Kb
05 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - bitch.mp3 346.54Kb
06 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - black anxiety.mp3 1958.68Kb
07 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - blood and gold.mp3 857.93Kb
08 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - brother and sister.mp3 5688.46Kb
09 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - but still its a cage.mp3 3847.54Kb
10 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - children shreik.mp3 1543.03Kb
11 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - day is breaking.mp3 4424.01Kb
12 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - house of meat and drink.mp3 2650.83Kb
13 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - i pick some strawberries and i eat them.mp3 5966.10Kb
14 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - i'll cut off your moustache to fill my pipe.mp3 4865.73Kb
15 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - in spite of myself.mp3 1562.01Kb
16 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - mortal over-rash.mp3 811.79Kb
17 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - possessed by murderous hate.mp3 3073.22Kb
18 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - save me from evil and from good.mp3 2924.13Kb
19 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - struck from a slaves throat.mp3 969.11Kb
20 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - the burning and the itching.mp3 999.15Kb
21 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - the escape.mp3 3080.65Kb
22 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - the heartrending cry of a woman rang out through the night.mp3 7066.16Kb
23 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - the night decays.mp3 3169.17Kb
24 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - the whistle blew (war song).mp3 7935.25Kb
25 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - this universe is moitionless.mp3 1581.63Kb
26 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - trembling and panic-stricken.mp3 3375.62Kb
27 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - wall bed murder.mp3 6230.21Kb
28 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - we could hear birds singing everywhere.mp3 1381.39Kb
29 - randall christopher bailey - my fairy prince - when certain illnesses affect you.mp3 777.90Kb
tpr38.pdf 251.78Kb

ralph barton:

Mean fucking genius out to destroy the human race.  I went to the
bottom of hell itself with RCB.   Not Tame.

eric graf:

when i think rcb i think taco bell. he's a fucking nutjob.

records/tpr39

tpr39.pdf 125.11Kb

records/tpr39/1

01 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - wtf.mp3 861.02Kb
02 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - pirate digits.mp3 1613.84Kb
03 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - pool cue rack.mp3 2291.12Kb
04 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - these men.mp3 2818.66Kb
05 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - hmmm.mp3 347.01Kb
06 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - pain in my ass.mp3 827.06Kb
07 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - synth sound.mp3 1863.83Kb
08 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - not popular.mp3 3317.06Kb
09 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - golden nights.mp3 4650.16Kb
10 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - chinese shimmy.mp3 1768.54Kb
11 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - massage therapist.mp3 287.70Kb
12 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - woooowh my god.mp3 1304.93Kb
13 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - inbound train (fan of flan).mp3 4836.13Kb
14 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - sound of everlaughing.mp3 15676.32Kb
15 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - everybody knows.mp3 5050.29Kb
16 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - at the cusp of being alive.mp3 1120.02Kb
17 - maze - maze farm pt. 1 - wild noise.mp3 10638.60Kb

records/tpr39/2

01 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - summoning.mp3 296.63Kb
02 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - chaos.mp3 593.77Kb
03 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - airraid cracker.mp3 482.07Kb
04 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - go online with your notebook.mp3 985.31Kb
05 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - soulmatewasher dryer.mp3 10580.87Kb
06 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - offending matt.mp3 756.99Kb
07 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - mr. waters.mp3 4979.49Kb
08 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - chateau noir pt. 1.mp3 2020.59Kb
09 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - albert's smirking.mp3 1993.25Kb
10 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - chateau noir pt. 2.mp3 1600.99Kb
11 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - rio de la plata.mp3 4655.20Kb
12 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - frozen and drowning.mp3 205.18Kb
13 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - finger at the moon.mp3 13712.40Kb
14 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - that kills.mp3 94.80Kb
15 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - would block.mp3 328.33Kb
16 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - snake tat lives.mp3 348.70Kb
17 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - you should have killed me.mp3 1897.44Kb
18 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - live outtakes.mp3 10586.53Kb
19 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - who am i.mp3 5447.98Kb
20 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - snake's body.mp3 610.40Kb
21 - maze - maze farm pt. 2 - beyonce knows.mp3 2594.24Kb

ralph barton:

We tracked this in two differnt two week long sessions on a farm in
rural iowa.  It was difficult.  I did all the post work at bolozone.
Some people have told me that this was the best thing that I've ever
done.  I don't think I own a copy, but I like it.

eric graf:

another personal favorite, this is the fully mature maze with a stripped
down studio on an abandoned iowa horse farm... proof that there is an
iowa mafia.

records/tpr40

01 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - hld 2.mp3 3712.87Kb
02 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - hunt like devil.mp3 17402.84Kb
03 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - hld 3.mp3 4083.34Kb
04 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - hld 4.mp3 6699.00Kb
05 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - hitting style.mp3 1241.30Kb
06 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - annihilated sludge flow.mp3 10029.59Kb
07 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - seans inner ear.mp3 17053.77Kb
08 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - 4.24.06.mp3 21064.97Kb
09 - cave - hunt like devil epjamz ep - drum like devil.mp3 4562.42Kb
tpr40.pdf 220.73Kb

ralph barton:

There's a few more cdr titles in the catalog.  I didn't really have
much to do with them except for collating and spray painting cd labels
type of stuff.  Jefferson Mayday Mayday is a real psychedelic cowboy,
we found him in Columbia SC and he's the real deal, a total artist.
the Cave cd is a reissue of two early tapes of theirs.  They're great,
rotten milk plays in the band these days, they tour a lot and are
really taking off.  Even though cooper peed in my ear on stage in
columbia while i was candy flipping it's never been weird between us,
and i really appreciate that.  He produced SkareKrau radio cdr, now I
play in the band and it's fucking cool the band rules and I get to
face hot sweaty audiences.  I love it.
The Empty Bottle's free Monday series continues tonight with a double
record release party from Terry Plumming , a local CDR label featuring
experimental ... Skarekrau Radio St. Louis's Skarekraü Radio is
composed of a rag-tag team of ..... Amerika'z Meth Problem II Terry
Plumming's terrorist karaoke supergroup ... "Terry Plumming...makes me
... Snowdonia, of a virus creed; Terry Plumming · interlude · They had
to face quarantine without even a hearing. But, George Sloup, attorney
advisor for the Giant Squid ... soundsfromthepocket The Land Of
Buttfuck Pussy and suprise scene celebrity special guests will make
..., The Locus Of Assemblage ... why the fuck aren't they headlining
the festivals all over the planet? ... Rotten Milk and Soft Serve: Gas
Money CD ... As Logan Bay says on "Lumpen93": "Quite often a Terry
Plumming CD makes me feel as if I'm hosting a seance through an AM
radio and channeling the best of ... Eric Graf, head of Terry
Plumming, was said to have found it in the diner ... Part tina tribute
part noise jam, this disc contains music by 2 girls with guy ... Using
the radio like a principal intrument. These performances will be send
to indy radio ... Music programmed by Chicago CD-R label Terry
Plumming Records: ... Music Jefferson Mayday Mayday live on college
radio broadcasts playing along live ... Record Label, Terry Plumming,
Hard Scrabble Amateurs, Apop ... fucking chicgo st lewis assholes
goona be hear? fuck it i dnt care if u dnt;ps theres an I in .. Record
Label, Pure Innerlight Archives,Terry Plumming,SlothJinni ...
THE2NDHAND The terry plumming summit #1 was a massive success as we
were confused and ... Every afternoon and evening .. "the smallest
house in Urbana" according to the terry plumming tour blog the show
and award the grand prize of a contract with Terry Plumming Records .
...... Fuck art, let's fuck. Everytime I see them, I ask myself "what
the fuck" in a new way. ... dyss.net: > > > 1/17/05::: Terry Plumming
# PIZZATLAS CD RELEASE PARTY: Terry Plumming ... Soft Serve Terry
Plumming's queen of noisy-electro-fuck-pop freakout returns to Chicago
from the West Coast with a backpack full of pedals for this ... Terry
Plumming record release party. The Empty Bottle's free Monday series
..... doesn't get so perfect these days (fuck the vines! fuck the
libertines! ... .. b/w the launch party/show for Terry Plumming, an
audio magazine. ... "Fuck!" I shouted. I picked up the spatula and
threw it across the dining area. ... Have you seen these fucking
commercials? ... my pal the high-energy Mr. Eric Graf, progenitor of
the magazine and record label Terry Plumming and whom you ... SUPER
SONIC SOUNDS FROM THE FUCK YOU MOVEMENT, Crank Sturgeon,
.freematterfortheblind, Bastard Noise, ... TERRY PLUMMING - TINA, John
Robinson, 2 Girls With Guy Names, ... THE MAZE, Stupidistcobraever,
Terry Plumming CDr, $5.00., Powdered Iron Rods ... MIKAWA,
T/CRACKSTEEL, Fuck My Ass, Cipher cassette, $8.00 ... Terry Plumming
offers media solutions to Chicago and the world. ..... Fuck 911.
Rotten Milk (America's Meth Problem, Permanent Midnight) and ... Green
Lantern, Secret Order of the Lamprey, and Rand .. The album was
released in August and the program had 16 TERRY PLUMMING ..... But he
knew, you know; clearly he was fucking with us. ... Journal of
Aesthetics and Protest 7. edmar. ... whore and say something like,
"you know I vatch them fucking on the street from my window. ...

eric graf:

this ep was later made by permanent records, of which i printed the
art for their version. theirs looks great, ours looks terrible. the
music is the same.

records/tpr41

01 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday plus moon 1.mp3 7398.93Kb
02 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday plus moon 2.mp3 3729.19Kb
03 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday plus dj shield.mp3 13044.59Kb
04 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - dj shield.mp3 19846.31Kb
05 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - moon.mp3 12640.85Kb
06 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - kurse go back (live).mp3 9501.52Kb
07 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday.mp3 5991.97Kb
08 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - beyond child 1.mp3 20239.82Kb
09 - jefferson mayday mayday - jefferson mayday mayday - beyond child 2.mp3 1480.00Kb
tpr41.pdf 803.58Kb

records/tpr42

01 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - the one eyed rod is love (i.sitting by the fire,ii.tale of two queen eyes,iii.strip down for kuu,iv.insectian dissent,v.the bat.mp3 20841.77Kb
02 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - kang is loved in sprinkles' space time conundrums.mp3 3548.95Kb
03 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - myspace girl.mp3 4535.33Kb
04 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - who's playing drums huh.mp3 4651.69Kb
05 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - hurty.mp3 934.09Kb
06 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - we will kill.mp3 9556.01Kb
07 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - cumming.mp3 1187.51Kb
08 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - i can see the wind blowing inside of me.mp3 18598.90Kb
09 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - hair claw hair hole.mp3 1046.70Kb
10 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - corporate dragons.mp3 4525.32Kb
11 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - experimental clone.mp3 3649.52Kb
12 - skarekrauradio - the one eyed swine is queen - building our new society with deep sodomy.mp3 8952.30Kb
tpr42.pdf 3537.06Kb

records/tpr43

01 - overova - overova - 57g.mp3 8968.07Kb
02 - overova - overova - 71g.mp3 9841.25Kb
03 - overova - overova - 33g.mp3 6060.31Kb
04 - overova - overova - 83g.mp3 19651.46Kb
05 - overova - overova - 50g.mp3 9227.25Kb
06 - overova - overova - 64g.mp3 14692.40Kb
07 - overova - overova - 43g.mp3 8072.32Kb
tpr43.pdf 219.03Kb

video

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video/tpv01/bonusmaterial

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ralph barton:

There's some VCDs in the catalog.  I made the first one.  It's my
definitive statement on video, well that sounds a bit grandiose.  I
used to make a lot of video.  After VCD O1 failed to blow up and no
one was really into it i decided I wasn't gonna get anywhere with
video.  Eric particularly hates the terry VCD catalog.  I guess cause
Nate's VCD02 is pretty phoned in and VCD03 could charitably described
as a weak collection of b sides and mix loops after that he wanted to
abolish them all from the catalog i dunno, I still like my videos and
don't really understand why they never really caught on.  I wish I had
a laptop and a dv camera so I could work in video again ah well
secretly i'm hoping that the terry plumming archive will be popular in
posthumidity and someone will pay me to go to some weird place and set
me up to make some cool art.

There's a lot more documents in the archive.  That's my dad the skier
on the poster for the pentagram show.  I made the terrywrist zine with
megen mike and jerry contributing.  I'm proud of it, I believe in the
power of low fi.  A typewriter paper pens and access to kinkos is a
statement all in itself.   The questions for the black whole i wrote.
them's too I'm proud of, the last question was written by matt
mahooley and the internet fuck+terry egg mr. modulous I clicked that
"flag as inapproprate" link, but it doesn't mean shit i going to drink
myself to death leader movement
YOLANDA WARD blogging for terry plumming
BUBBLEGUM SHITFACE BACON.
Aya don't call on this thread people need to get off their mooching,
stealing, sleeping on the ground, and stuffing socks...
BLACK HOLE Fear and Loathing in Cape Girardeau this whore is hardcore.
We double-team this Brit bitch and bring her to tears ramming cock
down her little throat until she's...
yes I do want to help you build a black whole
THE SUMMER OF GET PAID
YOU CANT SPELL ____ WITHOUT _____
pip, time to power douche your ass.fuck the eighties shut up
GREASER!!!Nazis and fascists and warmongers pip has a brain...
ASHEVILLE NORTH CAROLINA
BLOG CABIN remember moira cue?
FROM THE DESK OF TERRY PLUMMING
terry plumming flyer: stranger than fiction
blogging for terry plumming
FALL OF TERRIBLE REPERCUSSIONS- TERRY PLUMMING 2006 FALL TOUR TERRIBLE
REPERCUSSIONS
SVO/WVO GARBAGE ON THE MOON was my plan to raise 100 million dollars
to press one ton of west virginia landfill into a bust of Tupac
sylized in an OLMEC way gold plated and launched with a rocket onto
the moon  i have a website www.garbageonthemoon.com and a on it there
is a paypal link you can donate money to help me out with my project
do not contact terry@diabolical.org with your demands

terry plumming was responsible for a number of live performances and
installations that pushed the boundaries of boundaries.  When we were
on we blew minds and when we were off we fucking hurt people.  the
buddy cave was the coolest thing in the whole city, hands down.  Eric
in blackface impersonating Oprah Winfree getting sucked off by a
disabled Iraqy war vet through a glory hole while eating a sloppy
sandwhich, that made people feel uncomfortable, and the 4 pa's
blasting white noise did not help us connect with our audience either.
 terry plumming's had the cops called on him more than once. though
his well connected lawyer kept the man from opening the box truck full
of hooded, hog tied "trainees" and for the record it was wrong of me
to kick amy in the head even if i ment to do it softly and I still
feel bad about it.

Oh and a big fuck you to John and Sarah for ripping off Jeb and Vic
terrry during the 2008 RNC you guys suck. Vic wants to send a big one
to Barak Hussein as well for rippin off Jeb in the first debacle in
Mississippi.

other

briankleinphotos.pdf 58870.30Kb
prototerryprdfzine.pdf 2791.04Kb

eric graf:

brian klein's phots speak for themselves. that prototerryzine is something
that was made for the prdf, with limited tools. it looks like other things
that were made much later. in a sense terry was building up to a point, this
is kinda an early example of that point realized early in, well, proto form.

other/al's truck broadcast

al's truck - the good, bad, and worse - unedited and uncut.mp3 80244.72Kb

eric graf:

this was recorded at wpbr. its fascinating.

other/posters and flyers

advertising.pdf 626.07Kb
allyoucaneat.pdf 735.41Kb
atlas6.pdf 646.36Kb
baconistheinsideoutsideworld.pdf 6296.33Kb
europe05.pdf 1143.16Kb
fallofterriblerepurcussions.pdf 3365.63Kb
fuckallnite.pdf 760.78Kb
fuckinpaulie.pdf 192.31Kb
lightboxorchestra.pdf 152.13Kb
lightboxorchestraflyer.pdf 73.22Kb
ningnunnandnight.pdf 804.61Kb
satapril02.pdf 1022.96Kb
stopthinkingaboutterryplumming.pdf 888.27Kb
summer05.pdf 2009.31Kb
summitad.pdf 311.77Kb
summitflyer.pdf 140.75Kb
summitskier.pdf 1062.31Kb
thatbitchiscrazy.pdf 631.67Kb
thursseptember29.pdf 947.54Kb
towwelsflyer.pdf 351.71Kb
tp_pressrelease_issue_HZ-1D8_with_THE2NDHAND.txt 5.91Kb
tuesdayatredi.pdf 109.85Kb

other/wrong

GarbageOnTheMoonText.rtf 2.03Kb
graf blasters.rtf 0.36Kb
RALPH_NOTEBOOK_06.RTF 21.62Kb
rant.rtf 3.54Kb
wrong.pdf 8170.78Kb

projects

vito-powers-2.pdf 4012.85Kb

eric graf:

this is the second of the no-nonsense magazine series.

projects/black whole

beautydefaced.pdf 47950.09Kb
questionnaire.pdf 10427.24Kb

projects/buddycave

buddycavebinder.pdf 37464.59Kb
terry plumming friends live in the buddy cave.mp3 29952.60Kb

projects/chessbox

blowjob.pdf 107.55Kb

projects/chessbox/1

01 - gallery chicago formerly known as abuse of fashion - chessbox - live at wzrd 12.25.03.mp3 85168.87Kb
02 - ignint mcnugget - chessbox - live at 3030.mp3 23190.71Kb

projects/chessbox/2

01 - cooper formica reaper - chessbox - suzi's creamcheese - live at wzrd date unknown.mp3 15237.89Kb
02 - rotten milk, soft serve and eric graf - chessbox - live at wzrd 03.18.04.mp3 53349.23Kb
03 - death factory and rotten milk - chessbox - face the flag son - live at wzrd date unknown.mp3 39715.77Kb

projects/chessbox/3

01 - brian klein - chessbox - cooking with brian klein - live at wzrd 01.02.04.mp3 48636.71Kb
02 - brian klein and eric graf - chessbox - cooking with brian klein and eric graf - that very same night....mp3 68052.42Kb

projects/fusebox

fusebox.pdf 11033.33Kb

projects/summit

summitbinder.pdf 37309.27Kb
typewriterchorus.pdf 6266.44Kb

projects/terrywrist training

signatures.pdf 1890.90Kb
terrywristtrainingbooklet.pdf 6782.70Kb
this comments section here at the end is intended for your use, the other terrys that we
couldn't get ahold of or were too lazy to look up. so please write your own histories here
and eventually if we are insane enough to ever want to approach this data we'll include it
in the official archive. oh and when i say lazy i mean the archive was the longest of all
the terry plumming projects, time wise, but stress wise, terry cries no tears for the fallen
heroes (nearly everyone) or the status bar watcher bored off his ass, kraftwerk playing on
repeat endlessly, or that really sad one playing endlessly, oh but he's dead after all,
isn't he? what will happen now, the fall will not arrive? YOUR THOUGHTS::
07/13/11- the comments section has been disabled for a number of reasons, the most primary
being that it never worked correctly. in future, if you have something to say and think it
should be included in this archive send terry an email: terry at terryplumming dot com.

the previous comments will be added to this archive when the productivity guru is ready.
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