This was recorded in the fall of 2015 using nothing more than my phone and some crappy audio app that came with it. For whatever reason the mic was over-driven and caused some bits to be dropped. This led a friend to remark that the recording had a slightly Nirvana-like sound. If memory serves I should have been outside cutting the lawn but the recording seemed like a better idea at the time.

Watching Occupy Wall Street unfold in 2011 and before that, Arab Spring I began empathize with movements that involved active protest and the risks that participants take both in regards to physical harm or in other less tangible costs. "Firing Line" was somehow the result of my ruminations.

The rudimentary recording apparatus I was using left me sounding a little stuffy (I did not have a cold) but I kept it due to the fact that it is one of my few complete songs.