Hey all. I think it's been about long enough since I've gone
without releasing something to the world. I've suffered from a
bit of a drought of creativity lately. Mainly it's been
influenced by some bad times in the last 2 years but I think it
was to do a bit with being overwhelmed by the response I got
to the release of my album Grey Matter. A lot of the "real
world" caught on to it and I got a lot of attention that I
didn't totally anticipate. I never thought that I'd have to sit
down and ask myself "How big do I actually want to be?". I'm
still working my way thought that question, and I'm not quite
sure yet. I can take popularity with grace, but I'm ever aware
of the "Pop" stigma that tends to get attached to anyone who
begins to chart. I really don't see myself as a pop star,
although it seems that with the way "electronica" is heading in
North America any success will be pegged as such.
On the other hand, fuck it. Chemical Brothers, The Orb, Aphex
Twin, and Orbital are still making great music, and everyone's
enjoying it. They also happen to be popular.
Anyway, this song has been a year in the making. It doesn't
really show, but I created it a year ago with the intent of
it being my "comeback" tune and sort of an "Earthtones 2".
I've been out of the scene too long. Anyhoo, well, nothing
happened.
I play live shows now at raves using a mix of various equipment
(Tracking, MIDI, Tracking+MIDI, it's very confusing). If you're
interested in booking me for your party, email me at
mentalfloss@techno.ca or andrewm@kosmic.org . All I ask is that
my airfair is paid for, and next to that I generally play for
free.
I'm also playing a "live to internet" broadcast on Jan 24th,
1998 (hopefully). If you want to be on the email-notification
list for the 24th event, or for similar future events, email
mentalfloss@techno.ca with the subject "POTS" (without the "'s).
This track is dedicated to Laurena Green, who helped me sort out
more problems than she should have. Also to my girlfriend
Andrea Rimbault, who's been re-teaching me that not all girls
fuck you over.
- Mental Floss / Andrew McCallum, Toronto, Canada
