After a week of this, I started thinking maybe I should be an ax murderer and that’s when Milan started to really speak its piece. Not only did it keep me up for a week straight in the swampy heat of a New Orleans summer, it’s actually about keeping me up for a week straight in the swampy heat of a New Orleans summer. What the hell? I was in a sorry state and needed to be, I guess.

Milan itself comes off very civilized, of course; it only makes me look bad, which, after all, is what it set out to do: mess up my hair and smear my mascara and make me lose my temper while it just ambles along, sounding like a goddamn pop song — the bastard.

Milan and I didn’t get a long very well until I figured this out, but I did figure it out: this is not an overwrought song, it just has an overwrought singer. So I finished it, slamming my notebook shut and shoving my guitar back on its stand. Then I said a polite goodnight to Milan (who very kindly shut the hell up for once), went to bed and slept of all things. The next morning, I realized I had another Throwing Muses song on my hands (“Good! Let Bernie and Dave handle it!”), so I recorded this demo version along with a fistful of other new Muses songs.

Still don’t know what made Milan think it could get away with behavior like that, but, as it says: “All’s fair in New Orleans,” which seems to be altogether too true.

Love,
Kristin