The project this year was to recover some of the tracks from the very furst Burl album, circa ’95/’96? (Will check timing later.) The original tapes may or may not still exist, but the Real Audio files do, and this year they got converted to MP3 and edited into individual tracks.
This one is an original poem, written by the estimable Phil James. We probably first heard him read this year before, at some Echo event. And we’d certainly seen him post it long before.
I can’t remember if we asked him to record it, and he was unavailable, or not. But in any case, I think Phil enjoyed the delivery of barely controlled pointless rage I used for this version.
I am pretty sure it is Mark who did the tinkly piano in the background. I remember Spingo just started recording him practicing the melody. It is almost sheer luck — but BEAUTIFUl sheer luck — that those notes ended as nicely and as perfectly timed as they did. It was maybe my favorite part of recording the whole album, how that worked out.
Please enjoy this spoken word tale of caroling gone rageahol.