Credit Where Credit's Due

Today I'm working on the credits to the Summer Darling record and noticing that while some things are easily annotated--for example the record was produced by S Foye--other things aren't so obvious. So I'm going to take a brief moment to credit the vagueries that were instrumental in the making of this record.

Matthew Beighley and Jacqueline Santillan get credit for allowing us to invade their house, tune their piano, and bang away on it until we frightened their cat and disrupted their neighbors.

Kenn Shane gets credit for filling in on drums for us while Todd was in Portland. If our live set throughout the first half of 2009 was awesome, it was because of him.

Loop Haro gets credit for being around during the four years it took us to write some of these jams, and for being there during all the aborted recordings of them. He also gets credit for giving me coffee and tums on an empty stomach the morning of one such recording that caused me to shit myself then puke in the alley behind the restaurant at which we were breakfasting. It was a hangover, dude, not heartburn.

Dave Colvin gets credit for tracking a bunch of stuff that didn't get used. I still fear Black Jesus FBI.

If our guitars sound shit-kickingly bad ass on this recording, while due in part to S Foye's magical production, we must also recognize Matthew Holl who runs Wren And Cuff Pedals. His kind donation of prototypes over the past couple of years is our sound, not to mention the custom telecaster I play, which he made.

Ryan Callis gets credit for creating a lot of art that inspired the aesthetic vision of Summer Darling. Even though his designs were not used in the final version of our new record, his work is invaluable to what we do.

Nico Stai gets credit for letting us borrow his amp whenever we wanted to without really asking in order to record blazing guitar parts. He also gets credit for being the first person in Los Angeles to think we were a real band. He also recorded a version of a song that didn't make the record. Sorry, mate, I sound too damn happy on it.

Coors Light gets credit for being so easily drinkable. It can loosen one up without turning all your playing to shit. At least, we hope so.

Remember these fine folks when you read the "official" credits of the record, for their vision and support helped us out a bundle. Thanks everyone!