Pure Sacrilege

You don't tug on Superman's cape. You don't spit into the wind. You don't pull the mask off the Ol' Lone Ranger, and you don't dub a midi Polka Band over a James Brown.

What we now know as "soul" came from James Brown's body in the "Soul Big Bang" sometime way before I was born (like maybe the seventies, or maybe even whatever came before the seventies). The instantaneous decompression of all soul looked like this when it happened:

 There are reports that babies also resulted as a rather odd secondary reaction.  As soul rushed forth from the singularity, some of it was captured on LPs (black musical pizzas, which you cannot eat).  Scientists have since converted said pizzas to mp3s.  Thankfully, the soul reamins unharmed by the transfer.

Now, back to me.  For years I've tried to make funky, soulful home recordings, but have generally ended up frustrated.  In a moment of genius (sleep deprivation?) I decided to start with a recording in which soul was present, and go about the process of removing it.  That would certainly make it easier to put back into tracks later, right?  At least, the whole disassembly-reassembly thing proved educational with clocks and phones growing up, why not with music?

With the stage now set, I submit for your approval:

Like a Math machine by are.kay.more