We went to northern California to record the next Mountain Goats record.
Mornin', Farmer Scott!
Maker's and cereal for breakfast, again? I'll be right in.
John
dyed his hair to help him get into character.
Franklin just uses decade-old indie-rock tees.
The
chicken was our constant companion.
That's our drummer Alex at left.
Johnny Pizzicato and his pale horse.
And on the TV, a little RAIDAHS!
Wait,
you ask, aren't you guys supposed to be making a record?
Right, sorry. Getting to that.