After years of home and studio recordings, I have a mass of material, much of it formerly available on bandcamp. With 35 releases (albums, EPs, singles, and so on) and hundreds of songs in a multiplicity of styles and varying quality, this catalog was both extensive and intensive.
I decided to streamline it. First off, the name of the catalog changed from Microwave Eyes to Wolf Notes, a name I had used previously. Although this particular name had come for me to symbolize a fraught period in my life, that painful significance has diminished and I'm left with its original meaning. A wolf note is a bad note on a bowed instrument. One of those, howling, shrieking things. Noise. Unwanted sound.
This has a lot of personal significance to me, as I inhabit intersections between a variety of social demographics, not entirely fitting in with any of them, and feeling out of place everywhere I go. It also represents an artistic direction for me, as I find myself now increasingly drawn to building assemblages from broken and discarded things. Trash. More on those two things later.
For the time being, I've decided to scale back the amount of my music available online, reducing the number of releases from 35 to 9. These are my favorites. They are my rawest, most romantic, most experimental, and most lyrically honest recordings, and still maintain a variety in style from pure noise to garage rock and many points in between.
I guess the newest thing here is a full band set, combining all the things my band Jim and The Limbs recorded at Black Sneaker Souls 2015 and 2016. Not that there ever was, but probably if I do the live band thing again in the next year or so, it'll also be called Jim and The Limbs, that way there's no ambiguity as to who El Jefe is.