It went like this: Ben & I met at a party off of Virgil / says he was making pop / we meet up to share: I show mine; he shows his / says he’s working on an album / says he’s got a song / I’ll produce it / I meet Nate; Nate sings / the song’s gonna be on the album / says he’s calling it ‘ysterical popular fantasyland / he wants a release / “let’s do a mixtape,” he says, “throw something together.” Side A is a collection of recordings (demos, unreleased old material, etc.) that Ben and Nate have shared with me, including the single, ‘Carey (feat. NatePop) (prod. Harri Gould).’ Side B is our mix, the songs between us..
the tape is an artifact of platonic intimacy.
the tape is a fossil. shiny and crooked,
we think it’s a jam / between the cogs
grease it for slippage: shiny treasure
headed for the machine boys! move out on
simple measure / to friendship and anger,