Song by Brandon Ross. With Anton Hatwich (bass), John Crawford (drums), Brandon Ross (Aria acoustic and Fender Strat guitars and vocals), and David Greenhoe (trumpet). 

This was recorded in a converted Chicken Coop far from the main highway, in temperatures of over 100 degrees, with birds crowing from the rooftop, a giant black dog throwing its body against the door, and the sounds of a chainsaw from somewhere off in the distance. The engineer, Bob Hall, had to fend off the dog (something between a St. Bernard and a Mastodon), go outside, and climb the roof with a mic stand to ward off the black birds. The guy with the chainsaw, you could see him sometimes. All of Anton's fast food ice cream treats melted.  

A live set-up, Johnathon Crawdaddy Crawford pretty much laid down the beat on this one, providing lots of space for Anton and me to romp around instrumentally and lyrically. Craw had a couple of crates of machine parts, brake drums, plastic saxophones, hair brushes, and what-not, and was generally poised to create a virtual flying circus given a nod and a wink. Subsequently during out-takes we often sound like a combo of Einsterzende Neubauten and Captain Beefheart, only Anton there to veto the pulling out of the plumbing and electrical fixtures and other things this building needed in order to retain its drunken posture.

The song itself I cobbled together from whatever diet of spiritual trap doors I happened to find at one time or another, combined with concrete images from where I grew up, replete with the sounds of sirens and mattress springs, the scraping sound of matches being struck, dice against the wall, and what-have-you. I tried to stay out of the way of it like it were a headless horseman bearing down on me, which seemed to grow on its own out of a crack in the pavement.

Adonis

jonathan crawford -- drums.
anton hatwich -- bass 
craig ziegenhorn -- lead guitar
paddy james ellis -- cello
kid congo carlini -- mischief
brandon ross -- guitar and vocals

Shout out to jonathan the clobberer crawford who kept the pedal to the metal. And to Craig Sonic Ziegenhorn. It was done live in one take. In a small warehouse off the beaten track, a place filled with waste drums, hanging asbestos, steel ingots, large wrenches covered with rust, in a warehouse with plenty of metallic echos and reflection. Engineered by Bob Hall aka 'Blake "the Skate"' and his unfiltered camels.

Number 17 -- by brandon ross

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