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I actually did this once, though not for magickal reasons (but it's sounding tempting to do it again with more intent...)
We had an NME interview booked, with a time and everything. It was only when it came to us faxing them our press pack, which just consisted of some hastily-taken photos of fucked people with guitars, rather than the full-on camp punk apocalypse our "press agent" had promised, that they realised we were taking the piss. At which point we embarrassedly cancelled the two bookings we had as well.
But it did make me think on the whole "imagineering" thing... if consensus reality is partially defined by press coverage, and if you knowingly (without collusion) invent stuff that is taken on board... if you, ten years down the line, become a legendary band, without ever having existed...? Is that a change in the macrocosm? If you get in the collective memory? Whoah, if someone invoked the spirit of this band in some kind of music-related working?
I suppose it's how legends and godforms work, really.
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