These songs were recorded at Howl Street in the fall of 2008, on my thirty-third birthday. I booked a couple of hours to feel out some songs that hadn't yet found homes; a hodge-podge of old stuff, really old stuff, and new songs that stood up, but just barely. Shane set me up with a couple of mics and I played through the set in no particular order, taking a break about halfway through, tracking 19 songs in total.
At the time, I didn't feel it went well. I set the session up for fun, something cool to do on my birthday, a no-pressure-type-thing; still I hoped, in my obsessive heart of hearts, that I would lay down these amazing takes and you know, sing real real good. And be super awesome at guitar. A bit chagrined these talents didn't manifest themselves to an extent of my liking, I forwarded the hopeful songs to the band, workshoped the ones that needed work, shelved the rest and moved on.
After the recording Shane started sending me the occasional text or phone call asking me if it was alright if he played the songs we did for a band or friend that was in the studio, who he thought would be interested. I hadn't listened to the tracks since then, and couldn't understand why anyone else would want to, but who am I to judge? Eventually these interactions started to ebb away at my anti-release-stance (which wasn't so much of a stance, just something I hadn't considered, or considered considering) and I gave it another listen. I respect Shane and his opinion so I took what he said seriously; even if I didn't get it, I could tell his interest was genuine, no smoke. His unwavering, albeit low-key and subtle enthusiasm put me onto a different perspective and I started to dig it. A couple of years and a dozen or so random pep-talkish conversations later, I'm ready to listen to him. Beast or butterfly, warts and all...
you're a firecracker in a darkened sky
shedding white hot sharp shards of light
I got a thing for ya, wanna put my match to your flame
and make light of these heavy heavy phoenix wings
to be utterly blunt your muff is a part I wanna play
wanna put myself into your theatrical ways
let's write something and put in on the stage
we'll thumb our sexy noses at whatever the critics have to say
what do they know about art anyway
all the good stuff I've seen happens below the stage
in the small rooms of big hearts where there's ample room to play
and try on for size whatever kind of face
I don't mean no disrespect
you're to wild to hold and I aint into nets any way
I just want to mess around
I don't want to be let down
I don't trust me or you
still I think that you're pretty damn cool
and I'm pretty cool too
maybe even as cool as you