Vocal Glass

Partly the first bit of tape here was lost to history, along with a song I titled “Pokealotasmottapus”. For real. It’s probably best, but I’ve preserved this bit for posterity.

Recorded on a four-track in a small bedroom in Minneapolis, this is a good example of how I listened to way too much Butthole Surfers for a spell.

I believe my friend Mathew played on this one. Don’t much remember recording it.

A throwaway. Presumably I was in some kind of “mood” where I found the sound of this guitar super exciting or something.