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Originally, the cover for ‘Initials A.B.’ was me in St. Martin on Broadway trying to do a Harvey Keitel in ‘Mean Streets’ kind of thing. I had summoned an old friend and we shot 2 rolls of film in the middle of the night. It was just us, the security guard and a gentleman doing some sort of pacing prayer ritual that even my Catholic ass had never seen before. The security guard was completely unfazed by it all and we made it out unscathed with no lightning strikes, etc.

Fast forward to the night before I had to send everything to the pressing plant. I was sitting around with Emily and our friend, feeling like the original cover just wasn’t it when it all finally hit. I took the sheets right off the bed, taped them to the wall, and asked if they’d loan me their legs for 5 minutes.

I sent the money shot over to Ryan, he worked his magic, and we had a cover that matched the music a half hour later.

Or something like that.