Liners

Thanks to everyone we played badminton with over the summer while working on this record. I don’t know what I’d do without you shuttlecocks.
Gibson Guitars. Where would music be without you? We love your products, especially seeing that we never have to pay for them anymore.
“Two beers and everyone sings” couldn’t be a better name for a studio, great times we had and great music we recorded. He was already gone but the impression was still remains. And it still holds true, everyone sang.
Everyone that was drinking at Duffy’s and O’Rourke’s that night. The recording was flawless even if walking out to the parking lot was anything but.
Rebecca sang harmony for “St. Ides Heaven.” Her performance was subtly amazing even if I was drunk every night. With my open container, walking out between parked cars with my head full of stars. It never felt better. I miss the feeling but I will savor the memory.
When he said he loved you he really meant it. How long did it take for the feeling to become mutual? Was it when you saw your name printed in 8 pt. typewriter font? White on black sandwiched between my first pressing and a cardboard sleeve. Bet you couldn’t wait to show your friends, or did they show it to you? They must have been jealous of your rock star boyfriend. He would have never put your name down if it weren’t for the pain you caused him. Your careless attitude was his artistic inspiration, even if it made him want to kill himself.
He used his bare hands to claw the earth, to bury the music, to bring it closer to our warm earth. And then it was up to you, yes you, to dig it back up and make it your own. Thank you for listening, but his time here was limited from the start. To everyone who made it seem like the old clock had stopped while we sat there dazed and confused. Thank you for listening to his rambling.
I am trying to decide the best way to being this ending. It is fair to say this thing has taken a very, very long time. Maybe too long now, but it’s over and I am content to let it be whatever it is. Many hands have helped dig this deep hole where we are now standing. I love them all more than I will ever know how to say. And if it were my choice I would shake ad kiss them, each finger, until every one of you believed me.
To say I miss you all very much would be a lie, I miss you all more than words can ever describe. Here are your names and here is my art for anyone to pore over and consider. Frozen in time, in these liner notes. Thanks again.