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Credits: Produced by Toiletduck and Mr. Johnson |
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| They had linked up to the train noise from the wheels, motors, and electrical pickup shoes, and put their voices in it so that the train, for all you could tell, was yelling for the malcontents to stop and leave me alone, that I wasn't a cop (one of the provocateurs' excuses), but a captive. |
Label: squid:records
Credits: written and produced by Toiletduck and Mr. Johnson |
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| One evening, I decided to record some guitar playing. I checked the tape recorder and found that there was already a cassette tape in the machine. Not remembering what the tape was (I usually don't label them), I rewound it, then pressed the play button. I heard my voice in monotone answering questions, but I could not hear what questions were being asked. I didn't recognize the questioner's voice, but the tone closely resembled my father's voice. Then I was overcome by an intense fear. I was afraidof reprisals from whoever that was if they learned that I had secretly recorded them. I immediately took the tape out of the machine, and threw it in a box of perhaps 200 tapes that were mostly unmarked to hide it. |
Label: squid:records
Credits: Bob Hansen and Dave Pezzner |
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