oh man. i'm listening to the album i recorded two years ago in some bedrooms and a garage. aside from the shitty mixing, i think it's pretty good. and look, being impressed and jealous of who you were a long time ago is simutaneously exhilirating and depressing.

or maybe i only think it's good because i'm drunk.

incidentally, i'm thinking of re-recording the whole thing after we finish awkward songz.