The fifth release by Sitting Next to Brian is unique in that instead of his usual band and guest stars, Unevent E.P. features only Brian playing everything. Apparently he's one of those who needed the world to be frozen and silent for a while for him to be able to become reacquainted with his muse and start writing songs again--a valve that he consciously shut off when his daughter was born, fearing that he'd start writing songs about babies and fatherhood. But, as it will, life got real dark, first on a micro, then on that big ol' macro level, and that's when his muse awoke. Oh, cruel irony! For, now that he had new songs, everyone was locked down. So he learned how to make halfway decent recordings at home.

At first self conscious about how primitive it was sounding instrumentally (drums are great, of course..) , Brian paused and remembered: The Monkees Headquarters is sooo much better than the predictably polished shit the session players played on. Where's the adventure? Other albums that shone their inspirational beacon-type lights (all several bulbs short from being considered actual beacons) were Syd Barrett's Madcap Laughs, Beach Boys Love You and Big Star's Third.

Unevent E.P. features five new songs which reflect what was on Brian's brain (and what Brian's brain was on) during early, existential, scary as fuck pandemic times; plus one old song ("Summer Stoops") and one super old song ("Unevent") which were chosen because they've never been recorded, yes, but also because some of those lyrics now took on either unexpectedly different meanings and/or greater significance. Ten, twenty years ago they were just words that wanted to be written but wouldn't say why. Sometimes the explanation takes decades.