Hello to all TJ Toddler/Echo Beds fans,
For those who are not yet aware, some months ago we made a page on the .com website known as Facebook. This is not something we wanted to do, but rather felt was necessary to arrange for gigs. Email was proving to be more useless for this task, and we thought it might help for the group to have a more public-friendly face than The Times here. For a while, we tried to use this Facebook page to network with other goths and secure a spot on one of their shows.
Not only were we routinely ignored, but on more occasions that can be counted both hands, we were grazed over in favor of the more popular and social media aware trash-can-bangers Echo Beds. It became a bit of a joke with our fans that we would “play a show [for them] as soon as Echo Beds break up”.
It became evident that our formerly professional approach of building rapport and asking nicely would not get us to the top. Such as while attempting to open for Psychic TV, the band that ruined my life worse than crack and convinced me that I was a musician and to start TJ Toddler. I wrote a kind, personal letter to the promoter of their show, an alleged member of Thee Temple ov Psychic Youth (Genesis and Paula P-Orridge’s summer camp for adolescent boys) within hours of the show’s announcement. We understand the concept of “first come, first serve” well and thought that for once, we had finally beaten Echo Beds to the table and would get to eat supper.
A few days later it was announced that Acidbat [sic] would be the support for the date. They were a worthy pick considering Breyer P-Orridge’s background in acid/trance music. We were relieved just to know that Echo Beds would not be monopolizing yet another industrial/avant-garde/power electronics show. Then, after a couple ov weeks gone by, you-know-who were announced as a second opening act for Psychic TV. Rather than choose our ritualistic, cultlike, mysterious ‘cis’ group, Adam the Red Wolf was agape at the pretty boy charm of scene queen Keith Curts and offered the Psychic TV spot in return for one of his legendary therapeutic massages.
We sent a rather scathing follow-up email to Adam BlowPony Childfucker and expressed our distaste for him and his choice of opening bands, specifically singling out Echo Beds. Did we knowingly burn a bridge? Yes. Was it petulant and immature? Of course. But does that excuse the promoter from sharing our sacred intellectual property, our copyrighted email content, with Eco Breads Keith for the sole purpose of stirring up drama between us when there needn’t be any? Does it excuse them from taking that private email exchange that was never intended for their eyes and making it public to their 2,000+ Facebook fans in a blatant attempt to shame and slander us, ruin our reputation, and prevent us from ever playing shows under the name TJ Toddler?
Going forward TJ are big fucking pricks and that is the prerogative. For the time being, we have embraced Echo Beds as one with ourselves in hope that their reputation precedes us/them. This is one of the most profound works of art I have been involved in and is not some kind of joke or revenge. This roleplay is motivated by sheer respect, admiration and jealousy of our brothers in beds. Can’t stop won’t stop.
the most hated band in Colorado