At the risk of ending up like George Oscar Bluth II (GOB), banned from the Magicians’ Alliance for revealing the tricks of the trade, I am going to tell you how easy it is, my dear friends, to become your own personal pop star.
This month’s song (sketch, really) was recorded quickly and completely in Mau‘s Brooklyn apartment using nothing more than my old iBook and a crusty acoustic guitar with ancient strings (indeed, I tuned it as best I could but was later told that its neck was in such a precarious condition that the strings needed to be tuned down…way down). (more…)
