So once upon a time a friend of mine lived in these apartments in SLO. They were right near the college and so, of course, there were many parties to be had. And there was also this guy that we liked to call 'Phonebook'--don't ask. we know least of all why we thought this was a good nickname. there was also a little kid who lived nearby that we liked to call 'Deep Fry' who broke my keyboard on accident, but that's another story... So anyway, one time Phonebook shows up and there's a microphone in the living room and someone asks him to freestyle. What he may or may not have known(I wasn't there) was that my friend had been practicing his vocals earlier and that this microphone was hooked up to a digital 8-track that was set to record. The rest, as they say, is history...
Writing meaningful and good-sounding lyrics is becoming a lost art these days...
