When I want to get serious, somehow it always ends up getting ridiculous. (Rarely does it end up the other way around, alas.) What was originally supposed to be a very heavy-art 2007 RPM Challenge project ended up going another direction when I looked up from my artist-in-deep-pretentious-contemplation reverie and realized I had three remaining days to complete the challenge, by which time I also hadn't done a thing other than buy a few hundred bucks' worth of new gear.
A change of plans was mandated: I was going to do a seat-of-pants, sheer-panic-rock record. What the hell else can you do with three days?
I called up some close friends (both musicians and non-musicians). My friends turned up, provided song titles and lyric/thematic ideas, sang, did the art using pictures of found objects in the "studio", listened to me rattle off an endless list of terrible possible band names at TGI Friday's, and even sat there clicking for me on the DAW-mouse while I tried to insta-sand off my longstanding drummer-rust and complete five songs' worth of drum tracks as quickly as possible before my apartment-complex neighbors called the cops.
In the end, the criteria for RPM Challenge qualification (specifically, a minimum of 10 songs or 30 minutes) sadly went unmet that year. But the chaotic result, recorded at much lower overall volume than it sounds, is still pretty fun. I have only my wonderful friends to thank.
-RB
Written and recorded in a real big hurry (so hurried that there were four more intended songs I never completed), 2/26-2/28/07.
RB played all instruments.
Chantal wrote the lyrics and sang on "TIT SPIT!!!!".
Einat did the cover art, and sang / spoke on "Fuck That, Son" and "Ballad."
Holly also sang on "Ballad."
RB sang and wrote everything else.
Special thanks to Lin, Bryn, Jill, Einat, and Sandi for suggesting initial titles / inspiring the lyrics of most of these songs, and so much more besides.