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: Our good friends Dave and Heather Chapman raise chickens here in town, and the ability to commune with the chickens that lay the eggs you eat every day is an unexpectedly sublime pleasure. Especially when one of the chickens is named Deathbeek, Destroyer Of Worlds (seriously). As a result, we are eating more eggs. I am by no means a food anarchist—in a pinch, I’ll buy milk at a gas station and meat at the local chain—but taking baby steps toward buying (and bartering) local helps alleviate some guilt and makes me temporarily forget about how much I truly, truly enjoy littering.
Video after the jump.
