| McKayver: For my next release I have narrowed down the song choices from 100,000 to an even 240. |
| McKayver: If we put ten songs on each disc we can release it in two boxed set volumes of 12 discs each. |
| McKayver: The cover of volume 1 is me giving you the finger with the title “Norah Jones Can Eat Shit.” |
| RecordProducer: we can’t do that |
| McKayver: We can market it toward young people who like jazz music but think it needs more cursing. |
| RecordProducer: we’re making one album with a super thin cardboard cover and you only get ten songs |
| RecordProducer: let’s have them, your ten best |
| McKayver: all right, track one is a ragtime composition where I stop in the middle to battle rap Frank French |
| McKayver: track two is called BEER ME O LORD and I play the Flamenco Guitar with my elbows and it kinda sounds like shit, but that’s what I’m going for |
| McKayver: then for track three we change gears completely with chamber music~! |
| McKayver: then some light instrumental jazz where I sign in portuguese |
| McKayver: are you liking this the back of the album is going to be a candid photo of me hugging a pigeon |
| RecordProducer: sigh what’s the last song on the album |
| McKayver: it’s a really straight-forward, beautifully performed, catchy song where my influences shine and I really come into my own. |
| RecordProducer: whoa, really? sweet |
| McKayver: and in the chorus we have, say, babies screaming |
| RecordProducer: no |
| McKayver: gunshots, old people screaming, blood splatter |
| RecordProducer: no |
| McKayver: chainsaws, howling dogs |
| RecordProducer: no |
| McKayver: zombie noises |
| RecordProducer: no sigh, okay, zombie noises |
| McKayver: excellent! a really straight-forward, beautifully performed, catchy song with zombie noises! |
| McKayver: /plays piano like psychopath /does not blink |
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| RecordProducer: we’re going to be poor and weird forever |
| McKayver: but you love me right |
| RecordProducer: more than anything in the world |