In case anyone is concerned, my folks aren't dead. All of the songs on this album are works of fiction. That's not my folks up there on the bricks. I don't know the girls on the beach or the old women on the front cover, though I am curious how they got a picture of me in my cap and gown and why they have it on their wall.
The times next to the
tracks refers to the time when I hit "save" for the
first time on the file after I recorded it, so it's a rough
estimation of when I finished each song. I set up two mics, one
for my singing and one for my acoustic guitar, and adlibbed
sixteen songs in a row (the next day putting the minor overdubs
on those basic tracks). One of them I didn't feel like putting
on
here, but I liked the rest of them. (Update: after the album was
released, I deleted yet another track I no longer wanted anyone
to hear.)
This album is made to be listened to at night in the dark, possibly with headphones. Please accept my apologies and also my love.
--Rusty W. Spell, PhD
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