Circa 2009 I thought it would be funny (though I was advised it wasn’t) to create a character named Taffy McKittrick, a self-consumed singer/songwriter who generated endless rivers of dubious content but was also very high on his own supply. I ended this project after Margaret (my artistic steward) noted that all the energy I was using toward Taffy was detracting/excusing me from directing my own scripts. She was right (although looking back the possibility that she was looking for any way to stop having to listen to these songs may have been a contributor to her counsel here.) All songs recorded by me performing directly into a 2009 consumer grade point and shoot camera’s video function (with the notable exception of “It’s a Two-Flush Kind of Morning”)