In case anyone is concerned, my folks aren't dead. All of the songs on this album are works of fiction. That's not my folks up there on the bricks. I don't know the girls on the beach, or the old women on the front cover, though I am curious how they got a picture of me in my cap and gown and why they have it on their wall.
The times next to the tracks refers to the time when I hit "save" for the first time on the file after I recorded it, so it's a rough estimation of when I finished each song. I set up two mics, one for my singing and one for my acoustic guitar, and adlibbed sixteen songs in a row (the next day putting the minor overdubs on those basic tracks). One of them I didn't feel like putting on here, and eventually (years later) I removed another, but I liked the rest of them. When this album is re-released after I'm dead, some jackass will put the songs I didn't want on here as bonus tracks.
This album is made to be listened to at night in the dark, possibly with headphones. Please accept my apologies and also my love.
--Rusty W. Spell, PhD
Copyright (c) Mar 2003 - Apr 2009 by Rusty Spell and Love and Letters Music