I like it when, after a night of partying, my friends and I go back to someone’s house and a guitar gets pulled out. First, they start playing songs we all know. But as the night (or more likely, morning) goes on, it starts to go into songs about what just happened five minutes ago, songs about what’s happening at that moment, or songs about stories made up of a bunch of in jokes tied together. This is probably one of my favorite things in the world, but I have no desire to hear anything recorded of a night like that, especially when I don’t know the people involved. And, I really wanted to like it as it came in a stenciled cardboard cut-out sleeve.
–megan (This Could Work)