Howie, I'D Like To Talk To Yuh

Howie, I'd Like To Talk To a couple ‘o words about, uh, this idea of changin’ songs around and all that stuff. Sort of roughly what we got out a little inch or two at a time, every time I tried to visit you there in the office. When I’m stuck around home like this by myself, this whole idea’s easier for me to talk like I wanna talk, and say what  I wanna say sort of in my own slow way. Actually, I know ten or fifteen telephones ringin’, and I know the office is a pretty poor place to sit down and have a good long chat about anything. Unless we have it around. After midnight, or something like that, with all the telephones off the hook, that’s your bidness’ telephones, and I know how well you tend to ‘em. 

Because Lord knows I think you’re the best in your field, if I didn’t think that, I wouldn’t ‘ave ever signed my name, and your name on the same page contracts! But I just want you to know—sort of plain as I can tell ya—that I have never yet put a song on tape, or record, or wrote it down or printed it down or typed it up, or anything else, that I really thought was a true and finished and a done song, and it couldn’t be improved on, couldn’t be changed around, couldn’t be made better. 

And that is ten times more true of all these little sampled tapes that I’ve been asendin’ you! They’re such big numbers, because the very fact that they are in such big numbers, shows you every one’s sort of a rough damn hand or, sometimes just a vague suggestion of what I really wanna get at in a song!  

I just want you to know that all of these things are highly gear-shiftable, changeable... that’s about all I gotta say.

Can I say hello?

Hello!