James Jackson Toth (better known by his nom de plume, Wooden Wand) and MAGNET go way back. We’ve been rabidly following his prolific, genre-eschewing career over the last decade: 100-plus records and counting, from short run seven-inches and handmade CD-Rs to major releases on some of the world’s most respected indie labels, including Kill Rock Stars, Ecstatic Peace and Young God, covering everything from the freakiest of folk to the most American rock ‘n’ roll money can buy. We’ve been lucky enough to have him as guest editor of magnetmagazine.com a couple of other times over the years, and he’s hooked us up with great mix tapes and been a constant source of great discussions about music. Toth will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our new Q&A with him.
Toth: There are two kinds of people I have never seen dining at Chinese buffets: beautiful women and Chinese people. Nevertheless, the New Yorker in me inexplicably craves this barely edible, jelly-topped muck, while the angry loner in me enjoys the relative anonymity of spending several hours camped out in one of these monolithic halls of mirrors and dim fluorescent light, and I have written more than a few songs in the shadow of their sneeze guards and impaled teriyaki meat. He may deny it now, but there was a time when Keith Wood (Hush Arbors) and I would sit in these places all day, making plans and waiting for the bars to open.
Video after the jump.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdwuiyO7hOU
