I was revisiting Ashley Paul's great record again in the car the other night, driving across the midwest. I have always felt that beneath the veneer of the world there is a reservoir of strangeness churning and bubbling. Certain art has a way of revealing it; David Lynch's work has famously centered upon the scrims that thinly separate our daily activities and proceedings from the strangeness that permeates and perhaps illuminates them. I think the world might be a cold glass, and weird art can help you reach up to it and wipe away the condensation.
Here's an interesting interview with Ashley.
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