The lot of the independent publisher is a hard one. In choosing to hand-craft their wares, they face long, endless weekends and evenings of printing and cutting and glueing and assembling. Slowly, with almost glacial accumulation, piles of CDs amass on every available domestic surface; kitchen table, chairs, stairs etc. The floor suffers from the confetti of snipped label-ends and excess paper. Rubber stamp ink stains your fingers. You go to bed tired and irritable and wondering how you will ever complete enough of them.
But then the time does arrive when you have enough, and when you step back and see the piles of finished articles, packed into boxes, lined up and ready for distribution, a dim sensation passes over you that the effort was worth it (but that next time you really WILL think of a faster way to put the releases together).






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