Once upon a time Thomas Pynchon was my world. (Need I remind you of my disgraceful Honors Thesis?) This was about the same time music meant something to me—surely you remember? Before you bored of life and its trappings? Back when everything radiated raw, brittle vitality?
(Of course you remember. You were young once too.)
So you can imagine my elation when I discovered Pynchon had penned liner notes for some band I'd never heard of. Music and Pynchon? What could be better?
Nothing could have been better.
So I spent the better part of two months tracking down Lotion's Nobody's Cool. (This was before the Internet was the Internet we know and love. The only available options were CDNOW and a plane ticket to someplace with a decent record store.) I finally landed a copy through a book distributor I'd befriended who lived in New York but was passing through Baton Rouge on his way to a family wedding in Bunkie. This septuagenarian ventured into some independent shop in the Village for me.
Only now do I understand his sacrifice.
Point being, eventually I landed a copy of Nobody's Cool and, in my unbiased view, it was the best album ever. I listened to nothing but it for months and months and then I fell for this girl hard.
You know the rest of the story. I lent her the album in a sad attempt to impress.
She declined my bait.
I never saw the album again.
In the years since, I've longed to hear it again. Was it everything I remember it to be? (Surely not.) Was I suckered into love by Pynchon's imprimatur? (Most certainly.) Is the thing any good?
I didn't know ... until my best friend from high school visited a few weeks back. Said he had a surprise for me.
Can you guess what it was?
Of course you can. (My readers are no fools.) (Although they waste too much time here to be taken too seriously.) What does it sound like?
I'll refrain from commenting on the album, if only because you'll find Pynchon's comments below the fold ... but if "Dear Sir" or "The New Timmy" seem draped in '90s alternative cliché, try listening to "Juggernaut" or the lyrics to "Sandra." I'm making no grand claims about the quality of the album other than to say I love it ...
... but I'm all attentive and nostalgic and without fail would.