An ART KILLS Production | Outta Time | funhausenatgmaildotcom | Absolutely No Rights Reserved
Now that Funhausen is done in terms of construction and kicking it out into the world, I can actually listen to Fun House again for pleasure; at least I hope I can. From the beginning to the end of building the tracks, the only time I heard the source material was when I was pulling bits and pieces out of it. For one, I didn't want my reconstitution's to just be alternate versions. Instead, I hoped they would gain lives of their own, as if the original songs had mated with some adulterant, some type of bacterial invasion, and birthed a mutant hybrid where the parent genes had been twisted and bent into new shapes by the intruding cells. The second, more banal reason is that as the project wore in, I would intermittently get sick of it, feel maximum burnout, and struggle with the compulsion to abandon it. The last thing I wanted to do, or would've been able to do, was listen to Fun House for, uhhhh, fun. Still, it's probably gonna be awhile before I can play it, which is perhaps the ultimate sacrifice.