From the long ago West Coast days of self-recorded AM radio contest entries, past the days of rented mixing desks, borrowed 4-track reel-to-reel decks, and moribund singles through the days of waiting for the weekend engineer to appear at the 24-track facility to the days of in-the-box recording and digital downloads, Dental Records has learned to crawl, play hop-scotch and jump while the records skipped. Faster and higher we may not be, but at the end of a long day there is, often as not, a tune, a lyric, a voice and a beat.
Looking back over our metaphoric shoulder, the clouds mist and the sun sets, and as we collect analogic fruit from the warm earth, brushing aside the obvious bits of twigs, leaves and dirt, ignoring many of the bruises and imperfections, we prepare for a feast of ripe proportions, laid before our feet.
At the same time, we witness new buds, new blooms and wounded branches bearing new growth. We stare in wonder at the many nuts that have fallen to the ground around us. We marvel at the sap that runs, year after year through the weathered veins of withered trunks.
These modern days, our ears no longer able to hear the 4KHz frequencies in the sounds that surround in 7 channels, our eyes black & blurred by the pixels that animate our field of vision, we tarry on. But it's not our backs, unbowed by the guitar amp plug-ins that have replaced the Fenders and the Marshalls, our fingers, not always able to remember that chordal placement, or our feet, pedaling the damper when they should have been pumping the sustenudo that keep us upright in our grand battle of the aegis. It is our desire to listen, when it's done, with not a little anxiety and to hear something new and fresh. To make music and to imagine another's ear hearing the phrase shifting and the odd chord finding its way out of a self-imposed maze to be free again, resolved to "do that again, real soon!"
We therefore present song after song after song, in the spirit in which they were collectively intended, and with the hope that they will be joined now and again by new songs. Songs with words without meaning and songs without words with meaning. As you click through this several layered ochrea, consider this: if just a few of you lay-abouts out there bought a song once in awhile, we here could spend less time working and more time playing.
And that, after all is why we are.
But now that it's SUMMER*, are we really?
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