Back in 1737, when tracking began on Centennial, the world was a much different place. Dragons roamed the land and were hunted not for their “fire sacs” or “golden tufts”, but for their meat. As my grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather (the first recording engineer to work on Centennial) lay upon his deathbed, 28 years after work on the much fabled album had begun, he made a request. It was this:
“Don’t work on that record. It will never be finished.”
Then, he died.
Forward to now, and it still isn’t finished. Two hundred and seventy three years later, not to mention the countless deaths associated with it’s construction, work still continues on Centennial…except for the drums.
Here’s proof:
Huzzah! I’m going to sit back, have a glass of wine, and enjoy my government pension.***
***In 1949, completion of Centennial was a responsibility assumed by the government of the United States. A campaign promise gone horribly awry, project responsibility was eventually handed back to the ancestors of Centennial’s originators. However, as a condition of the handover, all pension accounts associated with the project at the time were guaranteed for life, for all relatives involved, until completion.
Sights & Sounds of the Unsightly Unsound