All of these songs were written, performed and recorded by
Fred Weaver between January 1998 and February 1999
at Apocalypse the Apocalypse in Baton Rouge, Louisiana,
except for "West Side," which was written, performed and
recorded by Fred Weaver in December 1996 at the Chateau
in Clearfield, Pennsylvania.
All Songs (c) 1999 Fred Weaver (BMI)
Mastered at NoiseLab in New Orleans, Louisiana,
with help from Talley Mulligan.
Cover layout done with help from Lee Barbier.
Fred Weaver loves a letter, caffeine, aspirin and vitamins.
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Baton Rouge, LA 70808
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Thank Yous
In Baton Rouge: Lee Barbier + Chris Wynn + John Kaufmann (for being Girl
Scout-Heroin, a real drinking rock band), John Weaver (for being my father and
new roommate sometimes forced to make himself scarce), Sam Anselmo + Noah
of the Saturated Neighborhood (for interviewing me before they knew me), Luther
Gooch (for providing a subject for analysis); In New Orleans: Jessica Stewart +
Teresa Martin (for being oh such sweet little girls), Tennessee Melungeon Tony
Giglio (for all the extra helpings of Potted Possum and Brunswick Stew) , Lisa
McCracken (for an overextended camera loan), Clark Marrty (for really wanting to
know the whole story on the first day), Madeleine Kersting (for challenging me to
cut circles out of plywood), Luke Bovenzi (for taking on Team Ramones in tennis),
Charlie Desporte and Kim (for first telling me about my future job and later
dragging me out of "Fort Fred" on occasion), Chris Benton (for letting me be his
stunt double), Ingrid Boyd (for all the coffee, though I sometimes didn't need it),
Talley "Doesn't Dust" Mulligan (for mastering and paying me to drive his band
around), Chris Fonseco + Jerry Paradis (for trying to learn all those complicated
songs); In New York City: Jon Fine (oddly enough, for sometimes being a helpful
voice of reason), Robert + Tony + Bob (for being a good friendly Tono Bungay),
Jerry Fuchs (for having the shittiest long distance), Scott DeSimon + Justin
Chearno + Michelle (for sometimes being exasperated by the same things I am),
Mark Henry (for writing the best punk rock song of the 90's and letting me record
it); In Pennsylvania: Julia Weaver-Lighty + Frederick Lighty (for once maintaining
the only zoo-in-a-condo I've ever seen), Jeffrey Georgino + Francis Coccimiglio +
Eric Krieg (for collectively being the misguided spirit of rock and roll), Greg
Knowles (for all the compilation spots and for being a somewhat soft-spoken hero
of my world), Josh Shugarts + Justin Brocious + Joel Mack (for making WORF,
Inc. what it is today, whatever that is... plus all the early encouragement), Beth
Anderson + Joe Anderson (for being genetically programmed to be so damn
quiet), Teddi Prettiman (for the line I was bound to steal), Mike Askey (just for
being the king of self-esteem), Vicky Pretti (for throwing up in Big Van and
cleaning it up oh so long ago); In Atlanta: Adam Fuchs (for T-shirt hook-up), Jack
Saturn (for the compilation spot and being the only person on this list I haven't
met); In Boston: Mike Reed + Nat Butler (for living in sin and higher education
and for listening patiently and then...); In Chapel Hill: Steve Kuhn and Sam and
John and Mike (for being Cole and old friends and a place to stay and); In D.C.:
Darren Zentec (for being my first and only official Skins Games and Air Hockey
opponent); In Ohio: James Weaver + Cynthia Greenleaf (for being so damn cute
with their Bed + Breakfast fetishism and Ceramic "Tour"ment accompaniment); In
New Jersey: Ben Vaughan + Debbie (for all those dinners when I was in NYC) In
Texas: Deirdre Weaver (for being such a smart sister that I could just give up my
own academic life); In Virginia: Bill Chase + the Chases (for almost becoming a
second family); and thanks to anyone else who feels they deserve it (for coming up
with their own parenthetically indicated reasons.)
The biggest thanks goes to my mother, Emily C. Weaver, for teaching me
(unknowingly, perhaps) how to make the best out of what you're given.
Oh yeah... thanks to you for taking the time to listen.