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01. Beth Anderson - Ocean Motion Mildew Mind
02. Beth Anderson - Yes Sir Ree
03. Beth Anderson - I Can't Stand It
04. Beth Anderson - Country Time
05. Beth Anderson - If I Were A Poet
06. Beth Anderson - Torero Piece
07. Beth Anderson - Peachy Keen-O
ARTIST
TITLE
I Can't Stand It
FORMAT
LP

LABEL
CATALOG #
FKR 119LP FKR 119LP
GENRE
RELEASE DATE
9/6/2024

Carving an unlikely and elaborate niche in the stoney academic landscape which she once shared with the likes of Phill Niblock, John Cage, and Sorel Hayes, the excitable proto-punk poèmes sonores of the linguistic loose cannon known as Beth Anderson first rolled through New York in the mid-1970s (from Kentucky via San Francisco) like a jumbled tumbleweed of lost Letterism, face paint and threadbare drummy funk to astonish gallery floors, lecture theatres and loft apartment stages. One thousand leagues under the radar of the commercial music industry, with a sense of humor that elevated way above her highbrow peer group, the music of Beth Anderson has successfully evaded the pressing plant for most of her creative career, and not unlike fellow New York gallery actionist Suzanne Ciani, it has taken decades to successfully collect and contextualize these early recordings -- expanding her elusive discography beyond the rare and mysterious solo single entry in the process. In 1980, the 45rpm single "I Can't Stand It" combusted into the consciousness of adventurous participants with its deep rhythmic backbeat (courtesy of future Sonic Youth/Dinosaur Jr producer Wharton Tiers, member of the new wave band Theoretical Girls), climaxing with two colorful and commanding linguistic tantrums before disappearing in a puff of smoke leaving would-be fans dumbstruck without so much as a label name or distribution contact to explain what they had just heard. For those who have spent the subsequent years on the edge of that same seat, it might come as some comfort knowing that somewhere out there is also a contrasting world of gallery patrons and experimental sound poetry enthusiasts that similarly didn't know that their regular performance poet Beth Anderson even made the ambitious pop record. For the uninitiated, the enigmatic Beth Anderson has straddled both sides of the art/rock fence placed between two equally niche pastures. Hopefully this first-ever vinyl compendium will succeed in joining the dots, loops, yelps, squeaks, beats and repeats!