This album was lost for almost 15 years. I made it when I was still in high school. A few months ago, I received a mysterious email:
"Hey Man, You may not remember me. We only hung out one time (via M H, with F M) years ago. We got all ripped up and went to a diner in the middle of the night. Great night. Anyway, I was driving home from Maine last night and put on an old CD I wasn't sure of the contents of. It contained he first track of what I believe was your first electronic album. I hadn't heard it for years, and, fuck it, it brought me to tears. I really love that track. Virtuosic. Any way to acquire a copy of the album? Happy to buy it. Hope you're well. -Ben"
This email incited a mission to identify the work, and subsequently locate the recordings. Many of my original cassettes (that's right, cassettes) were destroyed when my parents' basement flooded some years ago. So, my only option was to call some old friends and see if anyone still had this thing lying around. Eventually, I learned that a friend from college, notorious for his meticulously preened music collection, actually had the album in full.
This album consists of remastered selections from that material. Despite all its naivete, I stand by it. I have made only minor edits from the original, mostly to clean up the poor quality of the recordings. The remastering process has brought me more than nostalgia- it has helped me understand the person I am now, through the lens of the person that I was then. What strikes me most about the music is its consistency with my aesthetics today. Though this turned out not to be my first self-released album of electronic music, it is certainly the oldest one I have recovered to date. I hope I'll find more, someday.
released January 1, 2001
All tracks composed, recorded, and produced by 15-year-old Joe Mariglio.
He also contributed: Field Recordings, Synthesizers, Computers, Piano, Vocals.
Jessica Mariglio played electric violin on Track 4.
Thank you, Ben, for your unexpected and flattering email. This one's truly for you.
Thank you, Jake, for actually having a copy of this. You're an archival ninja.
Thank you, Risky Forager Records for letting me convince you to release this. May you continue to risk everything. www.riskyforager.com
Most of all, thank you, Mom and Dad, for supporting your son's self-indulgent musical habit, despite its complete lack of commercial potential or wide appeal.