Fumes by Millimeters

Many years ago, a friend of mine and I decided to start a band that played little songs with miniature instruments. We would perform in a pit with the audience situated far above us so that they would be tricked into believing they were bigger than us. The music would be nearly inaudible. No chords, no sustain. You wouldn't even be sure when a song had started or when it was over. That's how small we would be.

Between songs, we'd complain about big dumb people and their large ideas and oh how nice it must be to go around making profound decisions in those great big clumsy bodies of theirs. We'd say these things to wind up our fans until finally they stopped coming to see us, but then we'd be smaller than ever. The smallest. On that day, we'd climb out of the pit and they'd realize we had always been the same size as they were. They might feel ripped off, but we hoped that it would serve as a lesson to them and they would be grateful.

Millimeters is an homage to the concept of that idea.

Jeff Rotter records in a damp basement.