So we dug around in my fridge and we found this old, stale open can of Pabst from probably like six months earlier. And I just figured the alcohol had evaporated, but Doug found it had kind of fermented into this really potent, sickeningly sweet, weird beer. Anyway, we finished it off, and it was sick as hell, but we definitely thought it was stronger than Everclear. We were just on the floor, trying to finish this song. Sound British Another biggie.
People love British people.
There was a time when Pollard could pull songs out of his ass that most songwriters would spend their lives trying to compose. But, as Do the Collapse demonstrated, those days appear over. It's the last thing that's holding me. If Pollard's recent output is any indication, he'd better hold on hope that the elementary school he used to work at will take him back.