Imagine you forgot how to speak, but got to address the local planning committee. You test the microphone, look off to your left, but eventually some sound must be emitted. This is us.
We played records and made small-talk. A cover of a Syd Barrett original caused Gabe to sputter and coo. Malcolm wanted to showcase other lights, of both yesteryear and today, though as to tomorrow he was reticent about making any definitive statement. We did, however, make mention of our upcoming releases, such as a A Survey of My Failures This Far, and what friends are for, and also introduced Twilight at the Lady Jane Grey College for Little Ladies, episode one.
This was in the Kinsey Industrial Corridor, and the two of us were smoking furtively, attempting to work the other up into a frenzy so as to awaken interest in an otherwise bored and (at the time at least) nonexistent audience. Marshall popped in to clean up from a private party of the evening previous, occasionally stopping to listen when something funny was said, or a choice side brought silence and admiration.
