A confession may come with remorse, but not always. And a murder ballad, though its murderer is long since buried, can still feel full of menace.
Honus Honus was not one to let a listener off the hook when he performed “Down in the Willow Garden”, smuggling the song’s jagged edge in behind a playful keyboard riff.
Our first road trip was just beginning when Honus Honus invited us over to a friend’s home in Philadelphia. The setting was perfectly evocative and we were all eager to cut a record. But this time the tale of woe wasn’t just in the song. The dead of summer proved to be the death of Presto #1.
A tense few moments passed as we worked away. Off came the platter, the belt, the tubes.