Album Notes

Writing this album was an abusive affair. I was living alone in unit G-15 at the beautiful Devonshire apartment complex in Mankato, Minnesota. Drop by and see it sometime, all ye slum seekers. Anyhow, it was around this time that my passion for ferrets developed, and I decided I would find one for a roommate.
I succeeded, and upon returning home with my friendly quadruped I locked the door, got drunk, and wrote songs for a week. I did not go outside, I did not take calls, I did not answer the door. I drank, got to know my ferret ( he shits in corners, bites the toes of passed out dipsomaniacs, and crawls into appliances with surprising ease ) and made up lies with melodies. At the end of the week, I had Idiot Express. I still have the ferret, his name is Allegro (although I renamed him Tragedy when I became a monk, more on that later).