The funny thing is that this recording is from a number of years ago. So long ago that I can't actually remember how to play it now. My relationship with the guitar is sporadic at best, and down right rude at worst. So at some point I am going to have to get someone who actually can play, like Robert or Simon to teach me my own song. Brilliant.
So, this was recorded in the acres of time I had to myself, sitting in a lovely little room in a tower block in Sydney. Rhythm was supplied by kitchen equipment and various rices and grains, and the mic for the guitar lay on the table, pinned from rolling by two pint glasses. I can still sense the embedded heat in this piece.