While the vocal style rarely changes, the music on this album is actually fairly diverse. Wikipedia says Ms. Conway was assisted by one Bruce Gilbert, of a band called Wire. A Google search turns up hundreds of links for this band, and although I've never heard of them, they seem to have been quite important to any number of people.
I'm beginning to think my last post may have been a little too harsh on Mint, or at least that the aim of its harshness was mistaken. Rather than an exploitation tourist, Mint might in fact be simply a tourist of forgotten (or altogether unnoticed) cultural niches. This is an avocation I can respect, I guess, if not entirely endorse. I've always preferred deep immersion in a prevailing culture to the romanticization of those cultures that have failed to thrive, but this is probably a reflection of the relative ease of my lifestyle. Were I in another demographic situation, I might not take such a kind view of the prevailing culture of our times. Given what I know of his presentation of himself, his manners of dress and conversation, and the circumstances under which he came to stay at my apartment (more on which later), it wouldn't surprise me to learn that Mint has often found himself on the short end of the stick, culturally speaking.
(Actually, all of the above is probably wrong. My admittedly limited experience with Mint's type of cultural, shall we say, specialist, the music or film snob, the fashion enthusiast, and so on, tells me that these people are in general so grossly over-privileged as to be (ironically, I suppose) unaware of the fact, and consequently to gin up a sentimental (and inaccurate) idea of themselves as somehow outcast or looked down upon.)
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