The Good Ol' Dayz is mostly instrumental and mostly quintessential 4 track stuff. This is what happens when, in the often abused combination of man+multi track recorder+bedroom, the "man" in the equation is a fucking genius.
VOL # IV opens with "the Wedding March" (appropriate for a wedding tape, isn't it? Matty was, no matter how scattered, at least thoughtful). What follows are 29 more songs that will take you to a totally new place, spliced and cut together with squinted eyes and 40 ounce bottles. The live HICKEY version of "War Pigs" as a surf instrumental (recorded at The Chameleon for Tania's birthday) is on this volume, layered guitar effects frequently share the tape with answering machine messages, and "Until My Dying Day" is among the saddest songs I've ever heard, but it is somehow contented as well, which sums up an awful lot of things. I'm not sure what your plans were for Monday, but I assure you that these songs and a nice pair of headphones will be the best thing you do all day.
Matty died seven years ago today, making midnight on the evening of our anniversary seem rather reflective, instead of purely celebratory. One of the most important people I have ever encountered, who possessed an uncanny ability to make you feel as if you were the same to him.
(pictured here with Aesop and the case he made for this cassette. why a rubber ducky candle? fuck man, your guess is as good as mine.)