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As of this post, Funhausen has received 403 downloads on bandcamp, 322 of which are of the entire playlist. Such a reaction is not something I take lightly; though the despicable, needy part of me wishes such interest were an everyday reality. But it isn’t, and I must thank all who have allowed their devices to expend their electro-energy shifting those audio files from the Hallowed Virtual Morgue into the World of Flesh, Desire, and Consequence. Someone asked me recently if I would do something like Funhausen again. My response was immediate: Only if my fantasies were granted substance, like Bill Laswell contacting me and saying, “Hey, would you take the first Last Exit record and give it a Martin Denny makeover?” Yep, something ludicrously improbable like that could cajole me into treading the same ground. Nothing else. Maintaining the requirements of survival in the real world (y’know, being responsible and all that other potentially soul-crushing shit) demands an artistic escape valve, no matter how potentially disappointing, so I always have projects happening. Since patting Funhausen on the head and kicking it out the door, I’ve been working on material that is as diametrically opposed to that stuff as I can manage, though it does have a manifesto of method. At this stage I’ve assigned it the moniker of Blind the Thin King, and am aiming for restrained minimalism, total excision of my penchant for distortion and jarring aggression, and painting a blend of melodicism and menace, the pretty and the discordant. For me, the name evokes images of a patrician, dissolute, emaciated, and murderous autocrat gradually being suffocated by rose-scented pestilence, famine, and the equally cruel will of a disaffected and already-dead populace. Wow. One person’s pretension is another’s expression, I always say. Hold on… Maybe I should just call Elton John and ask if he needs a new chauffer.