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.
I wanna be with General She
Now, you can search for unobtainium ’til you’re blue in the face, but…. Hi, folks! It’s your ol’ fictitious pal Keddiz here to give you some grist for that mouth of yours we think of as a mill. Read on as I cram it in!
Tuesday was jam-packed with information from the newly-returned Ass of Bass. He told us all about Ishmael Chinstrap and his friendly cadre. They’re taking over the great upper south-east with no regard for anyone.
We also learned from the A of B all about who might be able to score a little blowcaine. (Eh? Eh? Wink wink! Let’s do it!) And just in general, it was brought to our attention that life on the road is better than you’d ever imagined! Picture it: Pizza rolls, girls, rage, injuries, use the bathroom in the club, and we forgot toothpaste. Who out there plays the glock? Email us before this weekend!
And Andy dropped the tomato on me.
Take care,
K