Castro

The very definition of a throwaway track.

An attempt at writing a love letter to a girl I’d just started dating.

The idea here was to base a simple song around the effect of a handheld tape recorder being paused and un-paused repeatedly, during a recording. Most of the vocal sounds were August. It sounds strange now.

The vocals could have used a little rehearsal, methinks. August plays bass.

Kind of more a collection of the sounds I was making in Santa Cruz than anything else. I suspect I’d just discovered Propellerhead’s software. Something like that. But a lot of this is just me playing around with a tape recorder as well.