Rollerball: “Wet Food Twice A Day” (Bathing Music, 2000)
A couple of days ago, Insomnius mentioned LiveJournal in a post titled “Why Blog?” It was a good, thoughtful post that I think a lot of people could identify with on some level. I know I can. Not least because, like Insomnius, I had a LiveJournal. I’d sort of forgotten about it and assumed it must have been a very long time ago, but visiting it (yes, with that link, I am inviting you to go ahead and look at my old LiveJournal, rampant typos and all), I see I last posted on it in 2005. Which is seven years ago, but still, I think of it as something I briefly experimented with in college and gave up before long.
Which is also basically true. That 2005 entry is an outlier, the only one from after 2003. I never updated regularly. But looking back, I’m glad I updated it when I did, because it’s been interesting going through all the posts (there are fewer than 40) and seeing what I thought was worth logging in for.
Also fun to look at is the “now playing” field that accompanies every post. For one thing, it reminds me of how much more effort I devoted to getting into the more avant garde side of indie rock back then. The musical accompaniment to my first post was Rollerball’s Bathing Music, which I haven’t listened to in a very, very long time. I still have the CD, though.
The album came out on a tiny indie called Road Cone, which, if I recall correctly, redirected you from its website to perishablerecords.com to purchase its releases. I see Perishable’s site is still up, and has exactly the same layout that it had in 2000, though fewer pages work and it actually appears to have been updated with subsequent releases at least through the middle of the last decade.
I believe I bought this album at Newbury Comics after reading about it in Magnet. “Wet Food Twice A Day” was my instant favorite, probably because of its very deliberate beat. It was out, but not too out. As much as I once tried very hard to stretch my taste into very challenging music, a lot of harsh noise and not much structure were never really my things. One of the other early posts has Jackie-O Motherfucker’s Fig. 5 as the musical accompaniment, and that record is one of a handful of albums that convinced me to stop trying so hard to be the kind of listener I’m not.
Bathing Music came in a nicely designed paper case (you can make out the texture in the album cover jpg above), but the CD was in a plastic sleeve inside, just banging around waiting to get scratched. So I took the tray out of an old jewel case and cut it down with scissors so that it would fit in the paper case and the CD would have a backing that kept it from getting scratched.
Which reminds me of another thing: a time in my life where every piece of music that came into my life was treated with a great deal of care, listened to until committed to memory, and carefully shelved in alphabetical, then chronological order. Some time perhaps two years after that first LiveJournal post, I started to fall behind the promos, and then the internet opened wide and spewed music at me, and I’ve been sitting on mountains of unplayed music ever since.
Anyway, “Wet Food Twice A Day” is on the iPod now, and the CD’s back on the shelf, right between Roedelius’ Wasser Im Wind and Rollerskate Skinny’s Shoulder Voices. And my LiveJournal is still there, archived for no one in particular to look at.