McCarthy Trenching just bought a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of Old Overholt and came home to write this intro for the blurb on his new record (here we are). After having played a benefit concert for a little boy who was badly burned when he tipped a vegetable steamer over onto himself. After having made a promise to an old friend that no songs about horse racing would be played at the concert, on account of the cruelties of the sport, a promise which was broken.
McCarthy Trenching’s latest songs tend to be centered around rejections: romantic ones, religious ones, rejections of high holidays and of higher education, the rejection that happens when a driver hits “eject” on her tape player and throws the cassette out the window. McCarthy Trenching is probably a couple deep right now.