In the winter of 2001, I was living in New Jersey. One day in early March, I got a flat tire. Luckily, I was close to home, so I was able to jack the car up in my parents' driveway. As I was loosening the bolts on the wheel, one was presenting a bit of a problem. I yanked very hard on the wrench and heard a hauntingly loud and eerie sound. I thought it was the bolt coming loose. In fact, it was my back. I was not able to stand up straight for nearly a month, and it was hard to find the motivation to clean up after my beautiful beagle, Benson in the cold winter weather. Each time, I struggled to reach for the ground was a challenge, until I had a vision: I imagined Benson's poop was made of pure gold! A song was born.
Nearly seven years later, my buddy Jason called me up one day and said, "Let's make a video!" Benson was long dead, so we borrowed a dog and a video camera, and Jason made a seminal work of art:
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