Desert Magic

J.B. Jackson once said that in regard to the desert and the mountains, “what catches our eye and arouses our interest is not the sandy washes and the naked rocks, but the evidences of man.”

Presumably, the Sprites would agree. Originally recorded as a souvenir of the semi-habitable regions of Nevada, their Desert Magic LP celebrates the “evidences of man” in the form of tourist-board mythology and showbiz hucksterism:

“From Southern Nevada, the Romantic Beauty of the Desert and the spirit of lively LAS VEGAS are captured for you in this recording of magic moments in entertainment as THE SPRITES perform some of their best.”

It’s a perfect album in its own little way, despite the off-the-cuff performances, the sloppy bouncedown, and the inattentive mixing. From the seedy menace of “Spanish Love” to the giddy percolation of “Midnight in Las Vegas,” this “UNIQUE GIFT, SOUVENIR ALBUM” presents the Silver State’s hotspots not as they might appear to someone who’s eating a dollar plate of rubbery scrambled eggs at a casino buffet that reeks of Pine-Sol, but as they actually exist in the realm of Forms.

I dislike Las Vegas, myself, but thirty seconds into “Midnight in Las Vegas” I feel ready to fly there and try my luck with the Martingale system. In just that way, each song is a promise you can’t stop taking at face value, no matter how many times you’ve been let down.


Spanish Love

Desert Magic

Midnight in Las Vegas

Somebody Goofed!

Thanks to inadequate foresight on the part of the good folks at WordPress, there’s no way to retrieve the comments we accidentally deleted the other day while trying to dig our way out of an avalanche of Tramadol spam.

For those who don’t know, Tramadol is a very dangerous drug made by and for the feebleminded and the sexually irregular. Clinical studies have reportedly indicated that it shrivels the brain and crucifies the liver, and is liable to make you break out in an oozing rash of superfluous nipples. It’s no exaggeration to say that everyone involved in its manufacture and sale is worse than Hitler.

The damage is done, and irreparable. Hundreds — or was it thousands? — of music lovers took the time to praise us for our efforts, and offer us money and companionship. But now their honest, thoughtful words are lost to posterity, because a cabal of unwashed foreign spammers wants to hijack our site in order to sell Tramadol to hillbillies and veterinary fetishists, and WordPress is asleep at the switch with an empty jug of moonshine at its feet. Call us sentimentalists if you wish, but we think this is unfortunate.

If you took the time to write a comment, we apologize! We hope you’ll continue to post here, and that you share our white-hot loathing for Tramadol spammers, every single one of whom ought to be tarred and feathered and then fired from some sort of super-cannon into the middle thermosphere.

On the bright side, we should soon have some news about the next Eabla release, so stay tuned!


Although this blog will of course keep our public informed about the latest doings at Eabla Records, its more noble aim is to offer free downloads of rare music to you and yours.

Each Eabla release will be accompanied by downloadable songs that aren’t available anywhere else. When possible, we also intend to produce PDF scrapbooks for our artists, comprising photos, ephemera, &c. How long we’ll leave these giveaways up remains to be seen, but they won’t be permanent. So gather ye rosebuds while ye may, for old time is still a-flying. 

In between releases, we’ll offer obscure tracks more or less at random, either because they relate to our ongoing research into specific vanity labels, or just to be neighborly. Again, grab ‘em while they last! 

If you like what you hear, please consider striking a blow for commodity fetishism by buying our CDs. It takes a fair amount of time and money to run a reissue label; in some cases, tracking down an artist, getting his or her permission, and finding and restoring the tapes can cost as much as — or more than — pressing the discs! Also, we believe that our marginal titles cry out for large, informative, nicely illustrated booklets, which tend to exact a heavy toll in cash, strength, time, and patience.

More to the point, a number of the people whose music we’ll be releasing either lost money, or made very little, during whatever passed for their heyday. If you buy our CDs, we can pay them, and thereby tip the scales of the universe ever so slightly towards Justice. You can be certain that they’d do the same for you!

We’re currently working on several vanity-pressing reissues, the titles of which will be announced here as soon as the details are settled. In the meantime, we may as well admit that we intend to reissue a fair amount of material that was originally released on, or otherwise related to, the Amarillo and Nuf Sed labels, most of which has never been released on CD. For instance, we expect to release lavish retrospective CDs by World of Pooh, Zip Code Rapists, and Glorious Din within the next several months. Sales of these attractive items will, we hope, help to fund our other, more complicated archaeological projects.

That’s plenty for now. Thanks for dropping in, and be sure to check back often!

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