Rewind.
It's the dog days, or at least we think it is. So where are the freaking dogs, then? Somewhere a dog is barking. Well, dogs or no, it's hot as hell out there, so it's probably a good day to lurk in the shadows of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill and rifle through the archives of the last 30 years of Big Green history. Fortunately, I have Marvin (my personal robot assistant) on hand to help me with the heavy lifting. Yes, he can lift very heavy things. (It's the putting them down part that he's not so good at.) There's a safe in the attic, but I think we'll stick to the file cabinets and banker boxes in the main hammer assembly room. Got a few old tapes, obviously ... more than a few. When we started out as a band, we recorded on wire ... I mean, tape . (We couldn't afford wire.) Our first reel-to-reel was a broken down SONY machine that my dad bought used at some point. We recorded a few songs on old, thrice recorded tapes, though I couldn't tell...