Letter from of Hank Porche to Salem Weekly -
This Fourth Day of June, Two-Thousand Ten Dearest Salem Weekly, Many kind thanks for spilling such black ink regarding our recording imprint, Warble, as well as the fantastical modern appendage, www.warblerecords.com. It would beseech myself, however, to provide some clarity on such matters as to the origins of said imprint, specifically the early and rather dubious sound transcriptions of my alter ego, J.A. Snow/Slush, and specifically his trio featuring one "Skippy" (now accompanying a certain "rock 'n roll" front-person noted for, among other things, influence on Northwest appropriators of the high spot of a certain Eastern belief system) that made their way into the junk-stream of small petroleum saucers in the middle portion of the final decade of the previous Millennium of the conventional calendar. The true genesis of said matter was provided by D. Tweet upon loaning equipment for the production of third warbler "Doodle" and I myself prefer to transcribe sounds one-of-a-kindly-directly-by-hand to cassettes (these being plenty modern contraptions for one, like myself, of 1880s origins) and without the aid of absurd extrapolations like elaborate electrical adding machines, but these are other matters entirely! I will never acquiesce to such nonsense, but that should not hesitate most generous thank yous to D.S. Rafn for encumbering himself to provide pixelation profiles of four of our fine warblers. Let it not fall out of memory our other fine workers warbling in full-length or compilation form, not the least of which are Root Villa, Startle Easilies (one of many adventures from our hero, Pete DeGrobot), F.A.S.T., Cure Me Ludovico, Anbot Rodroid, Banquet People, Kevin Rafn, Chop Motion, etc., some of these, as must be admitted, warbling under our banner via a Two-Thousand Seven hostile takeover of one Subsun catalog and other annexation procedures of questionable legality and taste. That this list (so far) fails to include the horrendous noise of And On The 500th Day The Lord Created Smokestacks With Clouds Billowing Toward Heaven is most assuredly a blessing, though those with a ill desire for such racket shall find fair satisfaction in "Insects of Fairmont Hill" by the aforementioned Slush and soon emerging from our mantle. Finally, I would add that the much discoursed success may be wished to the four winds and high hills of hell, but we shall always prefer the most obscured Joy of Failure, per DeGrobot. Please note spelling of below surname and Destroy The Arts!, Hank. C. Porche (1889-2001?)
Note from Warble Web Master Daniel Rafn - This letter was transcribed by A.A. Quills, Warble secretary, who insists on using only carrier pigeon for our correspondence; I have still never met the man.