The focus of the label is amorphous at best. I must admit that I'm drawn to the more esoteric strains of music, the "out," the experimental, and the improvised, and if I had my druthers, I would solely focus on that. Realistically, I simply like music in most of its forms am willing to take a chance on just about anything. I'm looking for music that speaks to me, that holds my attention, and, perhaps, makes me feel something beyond the everyday world. The transcendence, if you will, can be found in the free-form noise improv of something like the Hagerman-Wingfield Duo, the space rock leanings of Dreamt Of By Armadillos, the glitchy minimalism of Spagirus or even the country/pop/folk of Locust Avenue.

I suppose the only other common thread with all of the bands on the label so far is that I personally know each and every one of them. They're decent folk, slaving away at the particular projects, who deserve more recognition they than receive. It's unfortunate then that each release is typically limited to short runs on CD-Rs, but that is only constrain by the financial considerations daily life and the hobby-like nature of this venture. At least, the size of the pressings have steadily grown larger, and I'm sure they will only continue to do so.


Maritime Fist Glee Club first formed as an ill-conceived idea sometime back in 1997. It took two years before the first release would come out, and even then the label was largely in name only. 2000 saw the second release, and three more were were in the works. Only then did it begin to feel as though it actually might be something more than a name and an address on some photocopied cover. In 2001, the third and fourth official releases came, and these were the first two by bands not featuring me as a member. Fast forward to 2003. Two more bands, two more releases. An actual PayPal account, and you can buy them not simply from me, but also from one or two other mail order sites online. 2004 has already seen 2 more releases, and there are by all accounts at least more on the way by the end of the year.

No matter how you cut it, this is still a very small, very unprofessional attempt at realizing my dream. But I have plans, moderately-sized plans. At least I've come a long way from the days when I used to putall my spare change in a Pringles can hoping that I would save enough to press that first 7".