charlie tweddle!!!!

yeah, famed maker of hats for the rich and famous, but wow friends! is this a scorcher. found a copy of the cd reissue (good luck tracking down an original!) on companion records... actually found two copies in the CLEARANCE rack of amoeba records. don't really see why they were there... cause this belongs right in their showcase of experimental psychedelic country with a classy little write-up so all those hip-stars can glim glam all over it and herlad "lost legend" etc. which trendy music stores are known for. but i digress... get this one. charlie was a guy from kentucky who made his way to the haight with 100,000 others in those starlit days of the first acid boom. he really flipped his lid too, thinking himself a backwoods prophet, flying saucers, jesus, and cowboy hats all intact. this record was his proclomation of sorts. he really thought this was IT. and i love that about these forgotten 70s records. cause the trickledown of that exuberance from the limelight to the backporch was more than evident. the thing that puts this record a good ways beyond most of this oft harped progression, is that the guy had such a unique vision of SOUND. some other internet scribe put forth that his music perfectly captures the stillness of a pond or some other zen allegory and i hink that gets you part way there. the country songs are noisy though, with purposeful silences, odd distortions, nature sounds buzzing and humming, and not some sound effect either, i'm pretty sure this was stuff the guy went out and recorded... the cycle feels perfectly natural... burring and careening about in perfect stillness. it is a feat. the side two sound manipulation woods atmosphere that is entirely ethereal and experimental, but not in the typical post-acid experimental for sake of gimmicky weirdness, or experimental for the sake of being hip which is the trademark of the odd noises on most modern shit that tries to walk this rocky road. this is so confirmed, so signed on arrival. definitely threw it off balance fo any kind of usual listener, or even hippy drug trip record. i like those crafty "this guy meets this guy in a carnival freakshow" type descriptions which are good as tricks to get you to buy a record or get all nerved up to hear it, but ultimately they never quite do a record full justice. suffice it to say, this one doesn't need one of those descriptions. it just works. all on its own. hard to believe it was even made actually. that still. that effortless. that immediately blending with the cosmos, and the natural pattern of light and debris. dig in, it's worth it.

