More from Charlie Parr

Chaperone Records is having a vinyl release show for Charlie Parr’s 2004 album “King Earl” at 9:30 p.m. Saturday at Clyde Iron Works. Thursday’s Wave includes a story about the new local DIY boutique label. Parr also talked about his favorite format, writing, the problems with recording and his new album “Barnswallow,” which is scheduled for release in early 2013.

Here is some extra footage from the interview.

CP: It’s nice to have them back. It’s my favorite way to listen to music. When I listen to records, I really listen. I don’t know why it seems that much more important to me than when I have a CD on or music in the truck.

CP: “Barnswallow” is specifically recorded for vinyl. We recorded in an old church in Winona, Minn. Even the artwork is specifically vinyl. I haven’t put (an album) out by myself for a little while, I just wanted to do this by myself.

CP: I haven’t listened to “King Earl” since it came out. The thing about songs that makes it really hard: You’re never done writing. It’s always getting re-written. As I grow older and feebler, songs change. I always end up being hard on myself when I hear something I did. You can do it and 15 minutes later it will be different.

(While working on an album) you get sick to death of hearing the thing. You go and play the songs. Two shows after the record is done, it’s at the masters, some little tick happens and (the song) is better.

CP: When you’re playing live, you don’t hurt anybody. You’re just moving air around. Then the air goes back to where it was. It’s like nothing happened at the end of the night. It’s a unique way to make art. It happens and it disappears. It has a Buddhist quality to it. If you’re a writer or a painter, there it is. You’re burdened with it. Whether you like it or not, you’ve marred the surface a little more. If you play music, it goes into the air and it’s good or it’s not good and it’s gone. If you make a recording, it ruins that.

I never mind if someone records the show. But I don’t want to hear it. Don’t make me a copy of it.