Kick Me: Arms
Smoke: Midnight
DQE: Ivytwine
Parlour: The Cold Snap
Kick Me: Black Coat
Kick Me: Blue Midnight
Parlour: Baby Doll
Bill Taft & Neil Fried: Old West
Smoke: Pretend
Palookaville: Seventh Day
Long Flat Red: Eighty-Six Days
Railroad Earth: Keep Seeing That Soul
Kick Me: Lucky Nights
The Hollidays: Miles Away

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A wonderful compilation of unreleased tracks from Atlanta's Chelsea Studios. With some of Atlanta's most talented artists: Kelly Hogan, Benjamin Smoke, Bill Taft, Pam Howe, Bret Busch and more.

It's hard to say when it all ended. The final sessions at Neil Fried's Chelsea Studios? Kelly Hogan's exodus to Chicago? Perhaps the death of Benjamin. Harder still, is pinpointing the start. Was it some hot afternoon on the front porch of some forgotten shotgun shack on Carroll Street in Cabbagetown? Maybe at the stroke of midnight in Tortillas on Ponce, when Bill Taft, John Thomas, and Deacon Lunchbox took over that burrito joint and turned it into the open mic/coffee bar they called the Muddshack. If you were one of the throng waiting outside, then the Muddshack was where it all started. If you got your kicks further west on Ponce, you'd swear by the White Dot. Hell, maybe it was all some wonderfully fucked up dream that never happened at all.
- Judson Henry

Painting a house one hot summer afternoon thirteen years ago Bill said “if you’re not in a band when your 20, you’re likely to get cancer by 40.” It was a fun way of suggesting that we should follow our passions when we are young. Funny thing is, he’s still in a band, as are most on this record. Ben, Tim, Alan, Rob, and Robert are now seraphins among these tracks. This release remembers them fondly as comrades and collaborators. But ultimately, this record celebrates anyone willing to brave the hazards of living their creative vision. People in it for the long haul. Who dare. People who know that being bad is an early step to being good.

The tracks on the album are anything but bad. But they are from the early period in the careers of these artists when knowledge of studio trickery is still a mystery, and when we wear our emotions on our sleeves. Standby...for a glimpse into a beautiful chapter of Atlanta’s music scene. And for those out there ready to work on the next one, stop by the studio...Anytime
-Neil Fried