In April of 2019, I was driving around Los Angeles late one night (sometime between 11pm and 2am), when the memory of this recording suddenly popped into my head. Having been recorded at the end of the summer of 2007, I deemed it a failure at the time, and forgot all about it. I really wanted to “be something” back then, so I think past-me felt this was “too easy”, or something similarly macho. In any event, it sat on a DVD, in an archival binder in my desk drawer, for 12 years - having had a few external hard drive crashes back then, I somehow thought that writing my archives to discs would be a good definitely isn’t, but somehow all those discs still work, so I guess it wasn’t the dumbest idea I’ve ever had.

I’d first read Borges around the time I made this, which is where the title comes from. It was all played on my parchment-white 1996 Fender Strat, stock specs, into a Presonus Firebox and then arranged in Ableton 6. I couldn’t open the project files, when I rediscovered them in April 2019, but I don’t think there’d be too much going on in there - just some recordings of quiet guitar harmonics, some whammy bar wiggling, some above-the-nut stuff.

The cover image is a photo my dad took on the seabus between Vancouver and the North Shore. My old apartment is just out of frame to the left.

I really like this one, and I’m glad it came back around to me, even if it took 12 years. It seems 32 year old me is a bit kinder than 20 year old me. Ah, youth.