THE WIRE | PARALLELS
Your boy gave you up.

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THE WIRE | PARALLELS
Your boy gave you up.
// cassette edition — signal // noise (first run, 20 units planned) A small experiment in making a record you can hold but never stream.
Got the provisional quote back today for a short run of twenty cassettes — black/white sandwich shells (Side A: white / Side B: black), on-body printing, clear cases, full J-cards. A physical split to mirror the internal one: digital-left / analogue-right, printed directly into the plastic.
This run is intentionally tiny. Partly a proof-of-concept for a future Kickstarter (vinyl, maybe even VHS music videos), but also a way of testing what a museum-object version of signal // noise can be. The core rule remains: no digital release. You can touch it, rewind it, mishear it — but you can’t link to it.
Each tape will be mailed out in a black bubble mailer, wrapped in a continuous dot-matrix scroll from Process Zine #00 (printed on the OKI). Inside the cassette case: — the full J-card — a thermal-roll DSP diagram (receipt printer) — a stray QLn420 label generated during early Second Copy tests — another QLn label used as the actual address label (All of this routed through Ezra / the Interpreter — artefacts of the machine, not merch.)
I’ll keep a handful. The rest will be sent to places that genuinely live in the intersection of sound, text, misinterpretation and glitch: Suno, The White Pube, The Quietus, The Wire, and a couple of others. Not as promos — more like dispatches from an experiment: objects carrying a signal the internet can’t hold.
No idea if anyone will actually “hear” it. Maybe that’s the point.
Thordak and Lt . Daniels
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A favorite phrase of David Simon’s is “You can’t make this shit up.” In the opening sequence of the very first episode of “The Wire,” Jimmy McNulty—the half mensch, half jerk of a Baltimore cop, played by the British actor Dominic West—is sitting on a stoop across from a crime scene. McNulty is talking to the compatriot of a dead guy called Snot Boogie, and can’t resist a little philosophizing on the subject of his name: “This kid, whose mama went to the trouble to christen him Omar Isaiah Betts—you know, he forgets his jacket, so his nose starts runnin’ and some asshole, instead of giving him a Kleenex, he calls him Snot. So he’s Snot forever. It doesn’t seem fair.” Snot Boogie liked to shoot craps with his pals in the neighborhood, it seems, but, every time he did, he’d steal the pot before the end of the game. So why, McNulty wants to know, did they still let him play? “Got to,” his interlocutor answers. “This is America, man.” It was a perfectly crafted setup for Simon’s themes: how inner-city life could be replete with both casual cruelty and unexpected comedy; how the police and the policed could, at moments, share the same jaundiced view of the world; how some dollar-store, off-brand version of American capitalism could trickle down, with melancholy effect, into the most forsaken corners of American society. But, as it happened, the Snot Boogie story was real—Simon had heard it, down to the line about America, from a police detective, and it appears in “Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets.” Simon’s gift is in recognizing an anecdote like that for the found parable that it is—“stealing life,” as he once described it to me—and knowing which parts to steal.
Margaret Talbon in STEALING LIFE The crusader behind “The Wire.” for the New Yorker
Rest in power, Michael k Williams 👑