FLIP FLOP
Jocularity!
Listen for: Speaking in tongues, 1:37.
I HATE YOU
I totally spit the bit on this one.
I mean, Mike and Larry brang the noise, but I just didn't bring the funk.
I'm thinking in particular of the moment at 0:48 when I resort to counting to four. Twice.
Listen for: OK, the “Ready, leeettt's go!” part at 0:11 sounded promising. And the Johnny Rotten homage at 1:56 is kinda cute...
HAPPENS ALL THE TIME
And then it was the day after that.
We got together again, and this time with intent. We wanted to make more songs.
We headed over to Mike's house, but soon realized that he was locked out (which became lyrical fodder for the walking blues of track 1). So we recorded instead at my house.
Listen for: the inexcusable run of irredeemably off-key singing that starts at 0:53. If I could change anything about any of these recordings, I would wipe both passes at “Glad you're not around.” The “Couldn't find a key, and then it hit me” part at 1:14 is pretty punktacular, though...
LET IT LIE
Mike's mother would be home soon, and we could see from the small window on the cassette that there was not much room left on side A for recording. So we'd do one more.
And a manic one it was. It starts off propulsive and then falls off a precipice-- you can hear it twisting in midair, with only a slight updraft of shambles to keep it from hitting the ground.
Then at 1:45, there's a parachute. The whole thing gies and haws in the wind a little, and damn if it doesn't land with force to buckle but not break our knees.
Listen for: my most heartfelt yelp of satisfaction at the very end...
WAR IS KING
This one starts out with Mike trying out his Invisible Sun chords. And promptly getting annoyed with me because I wasn't singing.
That's what his little whistle at 0:15 means: “Dude, this is tasty shit, OK? Make some noise.”
But it was taking me a little time to figure out where to go with this one. So by the time I did start singing, I was kind of pissed myself.
Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right...
Listen for: Larry's martial beat at 0:37. You goddam appropriate bastard, you.
GIANT HAND
This one starts out with Larry dragging a pencil across the wooden slats of Mike's louvered window shade. Then Mike joins in with a riff from Turning Japanese, done 16 RPM style. And we're off to the races...
Listen for: the “bridge” at 1:02, where with a couple of head gestures we somehow lock together for a mean tempo shift. Also, that “Hurts, man” at 2:12 is insou-sou-souciant...
WHAT AM I TO DO?
A few months ago I was rummaging through a box of old mixtapes, and I came across a beaten TDK shell I'd recognize anywhere. The label was partially torn off one side, leaving behind a thin white layer of paper. The label on the other side was intact, grayed and browned with age, with one word written in caps: SLEAZE.
This was the master tape of the songs that Mike, Larry, and I had recorded.
I handed it off to my friend DJ Birdhouse for digitizing.
So here is track 1, side 1. You'll hear that it starts during the outro to The Magnificent Seven, which is not a statement or anything. We just pushed “record” and went, paying no mind to the condition of the tape...
Listen for: the scream at the 2:30 mark. Dang.