Recording the Strapping Fieldhands at Bernie’s was our (Tommy Jay & Myself) first rewarding attempt at recording a band live in a club setting that i can recall. It was great fun working with this crew of magical musical misfits in what now seems a long passed epoch ago. I’m very happy they chose to use a bit of said endeavor for this record and will always cherish the memories of my times both here in mythical Harrisburg Ohio and Olde Philadelphius with these wandering minstrels in perilous search of the Golden Fleece while enduring the ensuing trials by fire water & the fickle nature of fame. Long passed perhaps are the days when rose petals were scattered at their feet, but these petrified remains of their copious output will baffle marveling aural anthropologists for millenniums to come! Zeus Bless the Strapping Field Hand & all who sail with them! May we once again share quahogs amid peatbogs somewhere down the sandy path to netherness.”—mRep