Scarecrow Land

Three days, ten songs and an assembly of some of my favorite people in the world. That pretty much describes the making of this record. A humid March 1st afternoon, rehearsal with Porkchop, Cuz and Van Gogh's Ear at Cousin Ron's secluded house. Yes, the dip in the fridge expired months ago, but we weren't hungry anyway. 24 hours later, eating tacos at Linda's apartment (minimalist decor and all), listening to rough mixes of these ten songs. "Don't turn the volume down - the neighbors might enjoy this!" "Is it ok to abuse my vocal cords now?" 4:00 AM - "Can we listen to Bruce Cockburn now?"