Both because it's a looming, menacing beast bristling with talons, teeth, and other horrible appendages designed to inflict indiscriminate and abundant pain and suffering, and in honor of Spalding Gray, I've begun thinking of the album not as an album, but as a monster. Actually, it had nothing to do with Spalding Gray initially but I very quickly remembered his Monster in a Box and it would be unfair and dishonest and even bordering on plagiarism to conceive of this project as a monster without crediting he whom to the best of my knowledge was the first to publically conceive of his project as a monster (in a box. Mine just is, although I can keep it sufficiently locked downstairs so that the only real peril exists when going to or from the garage. That is of course except for when I gird myself for battle, mounting my trusty piece of shit office chair to face down the fearsome brute head on...every night and all weekend long, my dear Sancho Panza cat bravely at my feet...or monopolizing the chair...)
Naturally, it will be clear to you dear reader that I have not yet suffered any degenerative mental afflictions for my pains.
So.
Four down. Finally. After a lengthy interruption, the confounded fourth tune that has been making me want to commit all manner of capital crimes is now done. On to the next one, which is showing signs of being somewhat more amenable to being finished.
That is all.
