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April 27, 2009


R J Keefe

God, I wanted to go, but I couldn't find anyone to go with me, and Donna Leon was reading up on 82nd Street.

I don't even try to describe "In C" anymore. I've loved it for forty years.

jon abbey

I'm sure you know by now, but it's "Subotnick" with a C (ironically, in this case).

any time for the new Ersts? should I still be sending you promos? I barely send out any these days, maybe 15-20 to writers worldwide.


Thanks for the correction, Jon.

As for the Ersts, your call: The discs you release continue to be pretty much the only thing I'll stop everything and listen to immediately every time they arrive, but as you've noticed, time, outlets and space have been at a low ebb for a variety of reasons. Still, economics are economics; if you need to stop sending comps, I'd just go back to buying them all like I used to.

jon abbey

that's cool, as long as your interest level is still that high, I'm happy to keep sending them. I have no idea how you have time to keep up with what you need to, and I certainly don't envy you, but you seem to be doing a nice job with it, so kudos.

as for Erst, the 10th anniversary of the label is this fall. I'm not planning anything special, but it'd be a great hook to write some kind of overarching piece about an industrious local label with global impact, if there was a writer around who'd followed it from the start and who knew the catalog well already. :)

hope to see you in person again sometime!

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