In August 2000, I’d just moved into a rental along with two kittens, Waylon & his sister Chomsky, & went underground with an eight-track recorder to work on an incoming load of demos I was calling Slingshot. 
In 2001, I took the unfinished songs to a real studio to capture with other musicians, but the session didn’t get far enough & in 2002 Slingshot went back to the cats & became Impasse.
This rough draft called Are you washed out never made it back out of the basement home-studio, but in the end, Chomsky had her sweet say at the mic, perched on my lap as I sang, to answer my lost moment of provisional lyrics into a keepsake of our briefly close bond.
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