I never interrogated the apocryphal notion that my two families would repel each other like magnets or else collide and decimate me. I just couldn't face the questions, the mixing. The muddiness. But this is what love is.
Often regarded as too slick and overproduced, the Clash's 1985 album Cut the Crap has been "rebooted" by Gerald Manns, who injected new life into the songs by mixing in portions of bootleg performances—and in some cases playing the instruments himself:
To get a better sound I had to buy a Les Paul to differ from my Telecaster sound (nice axe to have anyway). I had to add some backing vocals because the algorithms swallowed some of the football chants (didn't make them out as vocals). It took me a while to mix it all, but now it was time to kick it out of my house.
I feel so jaded having watched so much complete systemic failure in the face of so much tragedy, tragedy we’ve barely begun to process. All I feel like I’ve learned over the past year is that we have to help each other.