“The three of us recorded Dragged Through the Garden in two sessions, on either side of a 2019 nationwide tour, under a skylight magnifying glass with Andy Human and Brett Eastman. I was soaked with sour perspiration. I’m gonna listen and I’m gonna talk and I’m gonna paint my nails. I never stopped trying to make my part less swinging. We sensed that voice, percussion and single-line instruments could make us whole? It sounds like little bug hands on the ground, scamper, skitter, scatter. I never really did music before Preening, a little here and there. Recall our earliest inclinations—associated with the Oakland warehouse where we formed, now offices to craven real-estate speculators—towards compact, spring-loaded statements. It’s got a lot of kick; it’s got good chew. So this new device demoted and defaulted most of my performances to the ignorant variety. The layers of dry paint on the wall—a folk punk kuato named scoby. The songs accreted feeling from people in rooms of a similar size and interdependent atmosphere." — Preening, Dec. 2020