Catalogue #DROG-009

Michael Barclay from the Cabbages tells how the album came to be ...

"Sometime during the early months of 1993, eight musicians from the dirty old town of Guelph began tripping up the stairs as the mysterious entity called Black Cabbage. "If you want the best jam in the land, you got to make it your own," and with that in mind we started mining the gold sounds that inspired us to sing a simple song. The end result was a cosmic slop that thawed the cold cold ground. Our live show became as savory as a slice of key lime pie, and the good people of Guelph began to talk about our Passion.

After three years of waiting in vain, the recording process began to come together slowly and not so surely. Finally, someone told us that "all that steel and stone are no match for the air, my friend," and with that in mind we got on the good foot and drove out of range to the Kawartha Highlands north of Peterborough one fine day in May. It was an inspiring week; the vision of Lewis Melville, the magic hands of John Oliveira and Chris Marks (bleed all the lines), the still water of Mississauga Lake, the generosity of Ma & Pa Barclay, the food by Sandy Atanasoff, many blisters in the sun and the sand that gets in everything made the music from you have here (and the highly unusual Kawartha Campfire Tapes, but that's another story).

But all that, my friends, is only the tale of where the music coalesced and how the album was actually finished... It was in fact made in many places and not entirely by us, but also by those who inspired us and made us believe in music, ourselves, or both. Many of you taking the time to read this indulgent rant have given us so much since our inception; you are the soul glue that makes all this worthwhile, and for that I hope you can take as much pride in this project as we do. The circle keeps growing stronger."