Habits by James Fahy

The antique shop on Michael St is only open one day a week. I'd found a lost credit card and tracked the owner to her house, and on my return trip the lady at the antique shop was hanging up a beat-up old guitar in the display. "I'll save you the trouble," I said, and bought it.

He's tuned way down low to protect his neck and makes all sorts of strange noises. He takes a peculiar style all his own to keep tune, and I just can't put him down.

I heard Joe Oppenheimer's Mystic Folk EP and realised that I had to do the same thing. I borrowed his microphone, locked the cat out of my study, and sat down to record this album.