The title of this second album was born of frustration at my computer's continually asking me what the name of the CD was going to be, as I was "Exporting as MP3" the music we were recording. I did not know what the title of the CD was going to be, until I took a photo of a knothole in a tree, down by the creek in my mother's small town. After I was through with the resulting image, it reminded me of some gnarly, old, gangster boss. ..and the next time the computer wanted to know what the name of the CD was going to be, I typed in, [with knowing look and an implied threat]: Don't Ask.

I added some bullet holes from an old can to give the guy a reason to have such a vacant stare. ..and not much of a smile.

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