I had that on an old ass tape! I bought it in Bozeman, Montana, in a gas station of all places, where I also bought "Al Green Is Blues," which has a fantastic cover of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand."

Shit, that brings back memories.

Nineteen years old, backpacking. I cooked a rattlesnake. It was headless, gutless, skinless, five feet long, and had been dead for at least a half hour, and it was still trying to crawl off the grill for at least five minutes.

The sky was bigger there. I saw leeches. And marmots--they're bigger than I thought they would be, bigger than beavers. And bears, too. And a red weasel while I was taking a shit in a hole one day.

A moose looks like a cross between an elk and a spider. Seeing a dead bear fucked me up.

I saw ghosts, too. Of course, I wasn't eating for two days and I was all by myself in the woods right then.

Montana was gorgeous.

Freakout in a moonage daydream, oh yeah...