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andwhichstray

by Mint Mile

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1.
NO NEED TO KNOW Where to go How you been How to do it again How you feel What you think Who you love Who do you love What do you want to retain No need to know What you want What you meant to say Can you feel it now? It’s reeling And the vibes climb out It’s breathing Listen to the sad sound of it Light: the center of our vision Sound: a pressure wave in space Touch is a lovely reminder You want to smell whatever you taste Oh it’s hand-delivered with love It’s spent, sent express with shivering love I can’t relax (there’s nothing to it) I can’t relax (there’s nothing in it for me) Oh I can’t believe it’s all me You go and go and go and go
2.
LITTLE CHICKEN A punishment audience Blow their ears out Cannot anyone handle it What we all want To blow out our orifices Kill off the act Separate mind from body And any new doubts Keep killing that act Separate mind from body Got any new doubt? No Not any new doubts Detour through snakes Smaller without shoes Crawl inside the capitol Isn’t anyone new Isn’t everybody new Get a load of the night It’s riding the light out No whites get dark Or hit all the right marks Droppin’ hands unsteady Find an old way out Pipe straight Tracks getting laid Truck right through a bridge Detour to try a wrench right on Pecking at the door Little chicken Patting on the kitchen floor Little kitten Oh are you full of wonder At what we crave How we lie To ourselves And each other We all wonder why Picking at your food Little chicken Living in an empty box Little kitten Partners pull the old up and under Ride it raw Roll it blind Move around out of habit Or intention One more time
3.
Yamaha 04:35
YAMAHA Was a fraudulent premise That things will always even up That it’ll ever be fair Of course that might be a good thing If the breaks just fall your way As everything shakes out It’s not all the same to me I’d rather be lucky than come out flat All the hard things we tried to do Give me any other work than that Don’t wanna live a life about money Don’t wanna live a life that funky It’s just something we do Keep a diary and set it on fire Suck on your memories and let ‘em drown No one needs to know what all we wish for Yeah we’re reeling right now But at least we’re in the right part of town It’s not all the same to me I’d rather be lucky than come out flat All the hard things we tried to do Give me any other work than that Don’t wanna live a life about money Don’t wanna live a life that funny It’s just something we do Keep swimming It’s all surfing Paddling to stay alive I’m King Kong You’re wrapped up in silk linen Dirty dish rags in our mouths As we try to survive It’s not all the same to me I’d rather be lucky than come out flat All the hard things we tried to do Give me any other work than that Don’t wanna live a life about money Don’t wanna live a life that ugly Just something we do Without trying Without thinking Without wanting or seeking Just something we do
4.
WHY FAR YOU BE Away from me Why you be back home I guess is best or kind of rest But now I am forlorn Why far you be in past belief Oh why you be so long My chest is left without your breath And now I am foregone
5.
Black Road 04:10
BLACK ROAD Night Wet road Not my used to be Sailing fit for racing Or drowning in a sea In a pool of you In a school of women swimmin’ Men on top of cars Babies in their arms Colliding Gonna move along Unwinding road Dream on dream on Just take what you want You know you get the future It’s exciting Strange light Dead road Not my used to be Fade into an underground Passing, cracking Cracking up Gonna move along Black road wet road Unwinding dead road Not my used to be Not my used to be Dream on dream on
6.
THIS ‘N’ THAT Don’t call me cold Demilitarized zone Among these twats Who hate their lots in life We know our spots nearby In this kingdom Whatever I can feel or see What I don’t touch means so much to me In this kingdom It’s just a time share I am what I am Wear what you want But diamonds are hopeless How little we care What time it is Into and out of room for each other Father sister brother I’m not your mother it’s no bother The way that you live Whatever I can feel or see It’s just a time share baby Into and out of room for each other You don’t belong to me I’m not your father In this kingdom It’s just a little slice It gets really rough But it’s kinda nice It’s pretty nice This ‘n’ that Do whatever With whomever Whenever you can Whichever way it lands This and that You and what They and them Whatever you want If anyone asks, better be polite I’m your friend It just feels righ
7.
That first ring of the bell CAN’T BE THE FIRST ONE That second ring of the bell Can’t be the second one That third ring of the bell Can’t be the third one Can’t happen again Can’t happen again I know that the only songs that work Have just one word Enough enough enough Sometimes you have to live In that other world first So you can run
8.
SUMMER’S MOSTLY WASTED I know you’ve heard it all before From people spinning in and out of view I hope this time might mean a little bit more Coming in from someone right beside you Crawling in the springtime Crush it in the fall Summer’s mostly wasted And the winter is the weakest round of all Behold let go let go the moon No rays just reflection You think it’s just for you But it’s nothing There’s no one it protects Built to last One way to the past Always finish like a train Men don’t talk The way they oughta Leave you rollin’ When they’re livin’ in pain Crawling in the springtime Crush it in the fall Summer’s mostly wasted if not all Crawling in the spring Crush it in the fall Summer, mostly wasted Summer, mostly wasted And the winter Like a rolling river Oh oh oh Ooh-ooh ooh ooh

about

andwhichstray, Mint Mile's sixth record, was predominantly engineered by one of my dearest friends, Steve Albini, at a recording seminar in the south of France.

We finished the basics, did a few rough mixes and said our farewells, leaving Steve and his right hand man Greg Norman to wrap up. I fucked off to Paris for a few days. Steve and I both flew back to Chicago from different locations on Sunday, May 5th. Two days later, Steve was dead from heart failure.

I've revisited a lot of older work in recent months, preparing for a Silkworm reunion (which is only happening because we had occasion to reform for Steve's memorial). Our peculiar focus on passion and mortality was, turns out, prescient and on the money, despite our relative youth. Similarly, the focus on, well, passion and mortality here seems fitting, given to what has happened to various people I love and loved, over the last year or so. John Kappes, John Kezdy, Steve--all beloved and big influences on my life--gone in the course of months. Along with others.

But this is how it works. If people make your world a better place, it will necessarily feel like a worse place when they are gone. Yet what remains is still so much better than it ever would have been without them.

So much of andwhichstray feels like it could have been written after all this dying.

The idea of boiling down life to its essentials. How little we differ from pets and barnyard animals. Appreciating yet lamenting the grind through bad times, grateful for any rise up out of them. True freedom vs priggish, piggish fundamentalism. And the way the road forward looks when you're my age as opposed to, say, my kid's age.

The next to last song on the record (“Can’t Be The First One”) was written by Jason Molina for the surviving members of Silkworm, the day after Michael Dahlquist was killed in 2005. I didn't listen to it for fifteen years. When I finally did, I realized we probably had the right band for it. It couldn't be more perfect for this record, which couldn't be more reflective of the last couple years in my life and the lives of many of my loved ones.

Anyway, news flash, we aren't here forever.

Records, somehow, actually do last forever--part of what's magical about making them, and part of why it's worth continuing to do it.

I still love doing this thing, I'm very fond of this record, and I hope you find a use for it.

Tim Midyett
September 2025

credits

released November 28, 2025

TIM MIDYETT vox, guitars in D, baritone 12-string
JEFF PANALL drums
JUSTIN BROWN pedal steel, electric guitar in E
MATTHEW BARNHART bass guitar:
SILAS PANALL addit’l drums/percussion
JOEL RL PHELPS alto saxophones

Mostly recorded by Steve Albini
as assisted by Greg Norman NTFG
at Studios de la Fabrique
in Saint-Rémy de Provence, France
from April 28 to May 1, 2024

Some recording by the rest of us
at Electrical Audio
on July 13-14, 2024
and at home in Chicago and Vancouver BC

Mixed and mastered by Barney and Tim
at Electrical Audio, Cinquantacinque,
and Chicago Mastering Service

All songs
© 2025 Footprints in the Jungle (ASCAP)
except
Can’t Be the First One
by Jason Molina © July 15, 2005

Front photo attributed to George Mehus
at Echo Lake, Montana
1960s or early 1970s

Back photo by Justin Brown at Église Catholique Collégiale Saint-Martin
April 30, 2024

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Mint Mile Chicago, Illinois

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Founded late 2014
by Tim Midyett (Silkworm, Bottomless Pit)
with Jeff Panall (Songs: Ohia)

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Justin Brown (Palliard)
Matthew Barnhart (Tre Orsi)
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