Album Notes

Brahms' 3rd Racket is the name of the music. It's not a band name.

But if it isn't a band and it isn't a solo artist, what do you call it?

Perhaps "collective" is a more apt description...

Nah, I don't like that, either. Collective. It makes me think of a farm. And "project" is so neutered...what kids do on rainy days after school with construction paper and paste and plastic safety scissors ("What nice boys and girls you all are, with your nice, quiet project.").

Ah, what the fuck! I don't have to have a name for it, do I? All you need is ears!

Take your ears to: www.brahms3rdracket.com and learn all about it.

As for the songs on Highlights from the Peloponnesian Wars, here's a quick rundown...

Write it Down! – It’s a tough job, being a rock star. Ivory towers, debutantes, royalty checks and the like. It’s a wonder they’ve any energy left to immortalize the dreary lives of we commoners in song.

Lunch with Cupid – One reviewer wrote that this song was a “dis/homage to Liz Phair.” What rubbish. It’s pure, unadulterated dis! Cheap twat!

Square Root of a Shoofly Pi – Imagine this song blaring from a boom box as Emily Dickinson, Henry David Thoreau and Charles Ives toss a Nerf football back and forth on the beach. Now, this, dear reviewer, is an homage.

Huckleberry Hill/Shoofly Pi Reprise – Where all misunderstood geniuses will repair in the end. (While they’re wrapped around the block to catch a glimpse of Jacqueline Susann.)

Sand Song – A brief repose before the madness reconvenes. I’ve been told this would sound great in between screenings at the Loews Cineplex. If anyone from Loews is listening, I’d be glad to discuss licensing terms.

Roman Polanski’s House – The obligatory ode to Manson Family mayhem, recast this time into a Lesley Gore, “It’s My Party”-style rave. “Tex Watson and Sadie just walked through the door…”

Fifteen Francs – A peephole in a Parisian brothel…dogs hiking their legs over a gunmetal Seine…one imaginary moment in the mind’s eye of the great Louis Ferdinand Céline. (And there’s no shame at all in pilfering pieces of Sgt. Pepper if it aids in the cause!)