Several decades ago, I picked up a guitar and thought I might write some songs. It was for fun, recorded in bedrooms, bathrooms, garages, tool sheds, on whatever was available, small cassette recorders, that sort of thing. It's raw, the whole thing, unedited, unworked, a memory of uneven proportions.
If you don't laugh the way I do at the vanity of the human animal, you missed the fucking point. ... more