These are the only recordings I have of the guitar playing that I do sitting around my bedroom for my own enjoyment. Distorted, sloppy, with out-of-key vocals and at times unlistenable noise. Listen with caution.
The summer before college, I was carrying a serious torch for my friend Marissa, and she playfully asked me if I would write a song for her. I foolishly agreed.
These are the sole surviving pieces from about 8 hours of 4-track recordings I made near the end of high school.