Cordy Lon, Please
I have been trying for some 20 years to find Cordy Lon’s demo tape—they were a sometimes quartet from Athens, GA, early ’90s, and they played some cool music. Think moody cello meets folk angst. Gang of Four meets Nick Drake. On a codeine bender. In Elliott Smith’s basement. Good stuff.
Anywho, they put out a cassette tape (maybe 200 copies?) and mine was stolen in 1993 by someone who will hopefully learn that karma is more than just a chameleon. I would kill to get my hands on a studio-quality dub of these songs. Kill, I say. Google turns up exactly one match. Great—sadly, it appears, they are now but a footnote in the anus annals of the Athens music scene, and I’ll never hear their music again. Crap.
