jm: guitar, singing
bam: singing, vexation
robot: heedless beat

take 1:
jm: too low? is that too low? this sound's going to sound foolish like...
bam: only if you know that it's a cord hitting a wine glass
jm: that's a special effect. you just blew it.

take 2:
jm: ok. [headphones go on] oh yeah. i fucked up. shit.
bam: oh yeah. ok [gratuitous instructions] no, that's; now you 've got
jm: wait, it has to do it [turns on robot]... then it's like donna summer
[phone rings]
bam: that was a miserable disaster.. [recorder cuts it off]

take 3:
bam: ... hear it when it happened
bam: ... hear it when it happened
jm: what? say that again?
bam: that was a cool sound
jm: ha. shit. i wonder [unintelligible] [ding!] that wasn't it either
bam: i bet if it broke, that would be cool.
jm: it was like a synthetic sound. uh. bummer.
bam: this is pathetic
jm; it really is lame. it sounds like a patient etherized upon a table
bam: no it doesn't
jm: forget it. i'm gonna burn up all 90 minutes of the media.
bam: [strange bubbling sound] thats the sound man. you ought to do that.

take 4:
bam: not it's more like, a little bit more
jm: swirlie?
bam: yeah, hm. this is the sensitive part of the song. even though i have
no idea what it's about

take 5:
jm: alright. um, let's put on robot.
bam: that's a nice headphone stand. look at that.
robot: commencing beat
bam: [sardonically] yeah
jm: [haplessly hunting for headphones] it's on the stand! where else would it be.
[various stabs at faux scratching]
jm: hey, hey, hey. oh i know. i know what's going on here.
bam: are we going to be screaming over C3PO over there? he sounds wicked loud.
jm: wait till you hear THE MIX

jm+bam, song well under way: 'the moment i saw myself as conditional
i tried to recant
but every lunatic savior on limbo road dies [String goes BANG]
watching you dance.'

bam: what was that. wow. how did you do it?
jm: [fecklessly] my guitar string broke.