On the week of me arriving to Austin I did some catching up – if you follow what I’m sayin – with good buddy Stephan Haas. I mean, I felt fine, it looks worse than it is, whatev.  I can drink some Jameson’s and so can he. After we ran out of that I don’t know what happened but I somehow killed off a few bottles of vodka and then horror-of-horror’s, his bottle of grain alcohol that had probably been there for four years. That’s some gut-rotting shit, but with some lemonade and the right blend, you can almost drink it. Sometimes, you have to just drink everything in the cabinet with a friend, than recuperate and start making a record. Cheers Stephan