The Victrolas

DO NOT PURCHASE THE SONGS IN THE SNOCAP PLAYER ABOVE! THEY ARE BY A DIFFERENT "THE VICTROLAS" AND THEIR SONGS HAVE BEEN PUT HERE BY A GLITCH IN MYSPACE'S OR SNOCAP'S SOFTWARE.
Asshole MySpace. I knew I should have sent that cease and desist order to the other The Victrolas when they popped up. Just kidding. I don't really care if there's 900 bands called "The Victrolas," I'm just sure both the Victrolas, TN and the Victrolas, MI (me) want their songs on their page, not mine.
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A vanity project of Great Lakes Myth Society multi-instrumentalist Gregory McIntosh, the Victrolas are at once a cathartic release, a sour pill, a 4-track anomaly, and a publicity nightmare. Of his sprawling project, says McIntosh, "Sprawling? Shit, so far it's just me and a fucking 4-track."
Clearly drunk during his interview, McIntosh failed to mention the only release of his catalog thus far, the Found Magazine 7" , which features the song "Ingrid." While the basic tracks for "Ingrid" did indeed begin on 4-track, the song was pulled together one evening at the home studio of musician and producer Jim Roll with the help of Roll, musician Brian Lillie, and McIntosh's fellow GLMS member, Timothy Monger .
Buzzing fairly hard on a mixture of cheap, red wine and battery acid, McIntosh muses over the concept of "Ingrid" and how it's inclusion on the 7" fits the mission statement of Found.
Gregory McIntosh: "It's about a fuggin playing card."
Freeman White: "A playing card?"
GM: "Yeapper."
FW: "What?"
GM: "I said yup. It’s a playing card; a two o' diamonds."
FW: "Oh. That's all? There's no deep meaning within the incredible web of luscious imagery (so amazing, it will likely forever transform the acceptable standards of pop music’s vernacular)?”
GM: Welp, the card had the name ‘Ingrid’ written on it...[inaudible] Perhlllp! Give me your money.”
FW: “I will not. So, the card was found by someone, hense it's inclusion on the Found Magazine seven inch?”
GM: “I don’t, I just [inaudible]”
FW: “Pardon?”
GM: “I fucking hate you.”
FW: “Well your song isn’t good anymore. It used to be before I talked to you, but it sucks now.”
GM: “Whatever. Stab, stab, stab!”
And the interview was suddenly over. Sadness filled the room as the world mourned the downhill slide of yet another bullshit artist when he looks at an interviewer and, with a quick striking motion and stunning dexterity, flits his heavy arms like wings and yells “stab” three times before collapsing in a pile on the floor.
~ Freeman White