...at the house of one of the CT Indie/Inclined Plane dudes, in one of those way-out-in-Northern-CT type towns where they still make trees instead of Dunkin' Donuts. The Field Recordings played, as well as another band, Slam Donahue, who I totally missed because I was in the front room messing with the turntable (there was this Besnard Lakes LP that, admitted sheepishly, I was actually getting into). The Field Recordings had already played at the Elm City PopFest in New Haven earlier in the day, though I had skipped that and instead drove around in the sun all afternoon getting ice cream and pizza. And then after dark we meet at people's houses with plugged-in instruments and make noises to comfort ourselves. I was enjoying The Field Recordings' set a lot, and I think I was one of the first ones to turn around and see the two cops standing at the top of the driveway. So here's a song from The Field Recording's first EP, which they don't play live anymore.
"Wait, What's That From?"