In October of 1981 I bought my first electric guitar from a friend for the grand sum of $25. I can't quite recall the name of it -- I would later call it "a piece of crap," but I don't think that's what was engraved on the headstock. He also threw in a wah-wah/fuzztone pedal, which occasionally made me sound like I knew what I was doing.
I brought all my musical expertise to this recording; namely, a bunch of unconnected Beatles' riffs. I think I can hear "Day Tripper" briefly in this, and then a rather psychedelic take on "Come Together." And, yes, that's Fleetwood Mac dropping by at the end, not that they were invited. It was either an incompletely-erased tape -- or more likely, a byproduct of using unshielded guitar and recording cables. Especially when my cousin and I got going early on, our setup was not unlike a Giant Throbbing Antenna (which, now that I think about it, would have been A Pretty Good Name For A Rock Band), sucking in every stray signal around, from AM/FM broadcasts to taxi dispatchers to airplane chatter to police and fire communications. We used to joke that there was no way The Man could sneak up and bust us (for playing completely-innocent, completely drug-free music. I swear.) because we'd hear their radio traffic coming from ten miles away.