Take twelve.
You hear that? That part there... yep. The honking trombone. Who was puffing on that sucker? Lincoln, was that you? Marvin (my personal robot assistant)? Mitch? Anybody going to own up to that heinous honking?
Oh, hi. You're getting us in the middle of a band meeting, as you can see. (Murray, present. Bret, present...) Kind of an ugly look at how the sausage of Big Green's music is cranked out. Okay, so our production values are not the best, and our process is flawed. So we hear stuff in our recordings we didn't even know was there when we were tracking them. That's part of the Big Green method, man. It's a bit like found sound; it's basically lost sound. Somebody misplaces a trombone part somewhere in the known universe (or perhaps in any one of an infinite number of possible universes), and it turns up embedded in one of our tunes like a foreign correspondent on a battlefield assignment.
I guess in that respect we owe a great deal more to our old fri...