The text on this track comes off a B-side from one of [Putnam Aldrich's](http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Putnam_Aldrich) (my great-grandfather) records. He was a harpsichordist, a professor at Stanford, a chain smoker, and apparently had a sense…

Straight up squeltchy beats

Spacey electro sound with a suprise end

Some nasty ass electro shit

Waves Of Synth

Just a little song about delusional thinking aided by substance. Lap steel guitar and acoustic and interesting exotic instruments.

A hitchhiker recounting one day on the road. Listen a few seconds in for one of the louder members of my fan club.

This song is one half of a "breakup diptych." The other half is considerably less polite.

Me rewriting Stephin Merritt rewriting the early Beatles.