It was a compulsive afternoon recording. My grandfather had just died and I was sifting through some of the academic recordings he'd made as a trumpet player and I guess thinking about our similarities. The Jason Molina song came to mind – it's a dark love song, hopeless I guess, but in a way I was singing it to my blood relative. He had run a little record label for publishing contemporary trumpet compositions, some of which were very experimental. At some point I'd made a little recording from one of his records, slowing the record down on the turntable with my thumb, letting it growl and yawn back to life.