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Thurston wondered the same thing.
There was one weird band from Brooklyn called Fakir who had this really messed up sounding 7" which they brought in and asked if they could play. They were kind of young and hippiesh and how they came to find me in White Columns I'll never know. I said they could play and they were awesome, odd and sensual, as opposed to some of the mostly stringent angularities being projected by the Soho heavy squad (tho Glenn B and yeh Kim G had complete boner popping stylez). I wonder whatever happened to those kids. Anyone know?
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