I just want you to know that there is a recording somewhere of me, probably around age three or four years old, singing Bye Bye Miss American Pie at the top of my lungs while taking a bath in Valley City, Ohio. Can we get that audio? I don't know where it is, but we – so my mom had this old-fashioned, like, you know, like tape recorder, a cassette recorder that I don't even know how to describe it. Like, if you don't know these types of things, you just don't know. But, like, it's the kind that – I don't know. I'm trying to think. Who is the gonzo journalist? Hunter S. Thompson. Hunter S. Thompson. You can sort of see this thing strapped around him as he's chasing after a dune buggy, like that kind of thing. You know, it had a leather and it was like I think it was a realistic brand, which was the Radio Shack brand. And it had those big clunky buttons, you know, press record and play down really hard at the same time. And the tape would pop out when you hit eject. Everything was very mechanical about it. And then it was in this leather black case. And it was our cassette player and recorder. And it was just our family device. And at one point, I was singing that song in the tub, and then I didn't know one of my parents thought it was cute, the way a lot of parents think their kids singing is cute. And so they recorded me surreptitiously. I was three or four, so I didn't really notice if the recorder happened to be sitting on the toilet or something. And then they would play it back, and it was – I don't know at what age they were playing it back for me that I was mortified. But I hated this thing I can still picture the cassette tape It was one of those old 1970s black cassette tapes With the sticker on it that's already fraying at the corners And this thing just lived I believe the tape just sort of lived in the player For years and years and years Until eventually I took over the player Because I got to an age where I was trying to get my hands on as many pieces of audio equipment as possible To do strange dubs in my room, I guess But I don't know where the actual cassette tape is I don't know where the recorder is anymore either But I don't know where that cassette tape lives Or if it exists My guess is it might be in Arizona With my mom But it's like 50-50 Either my mom has it in a box somewhere Or it's just gone with the wind Would you be embarrassed to play that stuff now? Or to hear it now? No, I wouldn't be embarrassed To play that now I mean, I don't have any You know what I mean? It would be interesting to hear, I suppose I mean, it would probably give me some weird feelings, but because it was something that that did give me a lot of embarrassment at one point. I don't think it would be embarrassing for me now. Like, I don't want to play for you my college radio station cassette tape that I stumbled on the other day.