Weirdness Du Jour

[bryant]

The guy's name is Jandek, or at least, that's the name he records under. Sparse alien guitar, utterly inept, strange lyrics... he records out of Texas, on his own label. He sounds like he's never met another human being in his life, and he feels the pain of separation without knowing what it is he's been separated from.

His record label, Corwood Industries, issues typewritten photocopied one page catalogs from time to time. You can buy his CDs in bulk, 80 bucks for a carton of 20. I found some MP3s here.

"It's only that I forget how to look at things
In green and yellow of the world outside
The faces of the people in the shadows
It's not only that I could not practice art
And you know a man without his work's no good
I sail the seven seas to sing about it
This one's dark and dangerous as you know
I sing about it as the ones before
But the next one o my lover will be lonely
I'll scream your name in a tunnel
In the alley
I'll look for you each and every night
I'll be a desperate man, what a man
Who longs to love and hold and yes provide for
And takes his lovely lady by the hand
And leads her home for a promised land
Who gets up in the morning mmmm
And goes to work"