Another collaboration of my “slacker tracks” collection. At some point I had not played an instrument in two years, and I hadn’t played guitar, which I was never good at, in about four.
Harley Annie Goode handed me an acoustic when I was tired and in a bad mood and forced me to strum something, anything, while she sang along with poems she had written. She recorded this on an iPhone and then released it as an album — with merch.
A music critic of a few publications, writing a retrospective on another project I was in, asked an ex-bandmate for something in our archives. When it was suggested they should contact me, they said: “If Brian has it, it’d already be on the Internet.”