If you’ve spent any time hanging out with us at our rehearsal space in
Hoboken — that pretty much covers none of you — you’ve heard us
playing formlessly (he said, trying to sidestep the word
“improvising”). Most of the songs we’ve written in the last 25 years
have begun that way, but often we do it for no other reason than to
push away the outside world.
In late April, with the outside world weighing on everybody, we
determined that the three of us could assemble in Hoboken without
disobeying the rules laid out by Governor Murphy, and resumed . . .
“practicing” hardly describes it, because we’ve done no practicing per
se, and anyway what would we be practicing for . . . playing. James
set up one microphone in the middle of the room in case we stumbled on
something useful for the future. Instead we decided to release
something we did right now.