We’re out here in the middle of a nice wooded area, far from any big highways or cities. Matthew, Willis, and I shot some BB guns earlier and Matthew’s been so good at it, he’s been able to shoot down badminton birdies from the trees when they get stuck. It’s a nice place to be together creating a record and it’s times like these when I understand why I have this record label. Here is the birth of something beautiful into the world, even though it’s called The Exquisite Death of Saxon Shore.
I often sit on a red couch at the back of the control room watching Dave work and listening to the record being made as parts are added, changed, and removed. Shall I speak of the legend known as Excouchlibur? Legend holds that Sir Alan of Low was sleeping on said red couch and unable to fall into a deep sleep. He tossed and turned and tossed and turned, deeply disturbed by something. The next morning, he looked through the couch, found a toy sword under the cushions, and dubbed it Excouchlibur.