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I stumbled across an ancient cassette tape today — a rough mixdown of a recording session from about 1993. Apparently we’d left the microphones hot and recorded a few minutes of conversation inadvertently. Listening to this, a randomly captured exchange from over 7 years ago, feels oddly voyeuristic, even though I am one of the two people on the tape. I guess this is because we had no idea, at the time, that we were being recorded.

Anyway, I was amused to hear a spontaneous joke created by my companion. To enjoy this you would need to know that we were rehearsing and recording in a building in which several of the tenants financed their music ventures by selling crack — so, to prevent felonies from occurring within one’s own room, everybody (at least, everybody not selling crack) kept their doors locked. Most often, the shared bathroom was locked as well.

And so my friend says, mostly to himself as he was searching around the studio, “I’m looking for my keys, so I can pee.” And then, a second later: “I don’t know if your dick takes keys..!”