So this guy Jason helped me move some furniture into our place in Bozeman the other day. Apparently he played in a band called Grandaddy, that meant something to someone. I’m pretty sure I’m a someone. We talked about living in Montana, music, drinking, and exercise. He loves exercise just about as much as I love drinking. We both love Montana. I think he likes drinking too. Angel Eyes. Anyway, we decided to do a trade of services – a little I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. We spent the first week tracking drums for his new record, as well as tracking vocals and synths for mine. We also played some mean amateur tennis. Don’t worry, we didn’t lose any balls.
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