Teetering on the brink of making a new record is a bit like finding yourself at the top of a clattering roller coaster. Just as it slows down, your thoughts alternate between "What in the fuck was I thinking when I got on this thing" & "YEEEEEHAAAW!". Outside of the creative arena that's not something I subject myself to voluntarily.

This record was the first one we set in motion before all the songs were written. We actually had a recording and release date set w/ two songs short of a sixpack. Pretty fuckin' scary.

As luck would have it though, my benefactor, colleague & compadre, Dave Way was between projects & twelve days were available just before Xmas. (Hmmm "the 12 days of...?" Nevermind.) Recording in winter always hits you right in the guts 'cause it usually rains & makes you want to close down & pull inside. W/ no clear direction, two songs short, three drummers who bailed at the last minute and having the last record called "His Best Solo Record To Date" the pressure & stakes seemed uncomfortably high. Fuck-it. (Everybody sing: "3 Drummers Bailing, 2 Songs a-Missing and a Deadline Looming Ahead.")