I thought I'd really begin where I always begin: with my band's first album. As I've said before, I know this thing better than I know most anything else. From the creation of a song like "50 Bullets" sitting on my bed and turning a simple four-note riff into a complicated and violent four-minute explosion to the recording process, marred by uncomfortable, late-night drives from Clifton to New Brunswick where Jeff Baker
fooled around with tape reels and watched lazily as we somehow came up with fourteen tracks that we could only almost perform drunk on Budweiser and stuffed on fried chicken and tired, so damn tired I know this thing. I know this amazing and ambitious and awful album better than I know most anything.