Everybody does a "white album." This was mine. Entirely acoustic. Not much "punching in." Few overdubs.

This was the second album, recorded in the winter of 1972, the winter after the world failed to beat a path to my door for copies of the first album. I'd been working in a print shop as a warehouseman and sometimes printer, and songs just kept coming. People were hearing them, too, at little concerts, and wanted them. So a tiny little refrigerator of a 4-track recording studio up a cold stair on Center Street in Provo said they'd sell me the time to make an album, to be paid when the album was sold. A pressing plant in Los Angeles said they'd press me the records and print the covers, to be paid when the album was sold. This was an astoundingly loose way to do business, even back then--but I guess Somebody wanted the album made. It was all generosity and good will and the football taking favorable bounces--except that when I went in to check out the studio and make the deal, they had a brand-new really nice-sounding piano. When I came back to record, the music store had replaced it with a brand-new really awful-sounding piano. The studio owners, not being musicians, didn't know the difference. (The raison d'etre for the studio was the recording of right-wing political propaganda.)

My first wife, Niki, sings the harmonies and plays the fiddle. Her brother, Michael Pappas, played second guitar. Tony Larson engineered. Anna Stone took the picture and designed the cover.