This is the first track I wrote for the project this year. "Hmmm," I thought, "that's a good beginning." Yes, it certainly was, and it's not a bad title either. *pats self on back*

Does anyone else smell tangerines?

It is a valid question.

After five hours of attempting to sing as if I were Marion Gold, I gave up and attempted to sing as if I were myself. That seemed to do the trick.

A multitracked drum loop & grumbling synths

Echoing 8-bit loops twine around stretched copies of themselves.

Slowed & fuzzed drum loops turn into the sounds of heavy breathing night marchers

Chattering noise-voiceboxes loop & wriggle

Noizey Sirenz

Rhythmic synth line run through a ring modulator & a line delay delay delay...

DULCIMER TIME EVERYONE.

AAAAARGH HOW ABOUT PLAYING THOSE NOTES EVENLY THEN?

I'm probably not a good enough singer for four-part vocal harmony. Or maybe I should space the parts out more?

... and even if they are totally earnest in doing their jobs professionally, the execution of their work certainly has political consequences and must not be allowed to escape public scrutiny...

Write-in contest for the second-to-last line of this song. I've gone through about 20 different ones, all terrible.

This needs a better arrangement, but it's central to the album's themes and images.

This needs some rearrangement... yeah... even so, don't ask me about the future, there is no future.

Embarrassingly I assigned the wrong channel while recording drums and lost some stuff. Should be more low-end drums. Oh, well. Such is life in February.

I'm too dumb to think about this anyway...

Dedicated to everyone that's written a lazy article or book about the characteristics of my generation. Lift up one finger, let's have another go-around.

i don’t know what i’m doing i don’t know what to say but i’ll make my peace before i’m on my way everyone is moving and i am standing still but i’ll pick up speed when i run down the hill i can see the sun and i can see the moon…