A Continued Look Back

For day three of our "Completely Covered" retrospective, we turn to the only solo act to complete the project, Patresa Hartman. Once a song had been decided on, Patresa was quickly the first person I pictured in my mind. Patresa's intimate, personal songwriting style was so incongruous with Kanye's flash and bluster, that I knew the results had the potential to be some of the most interesting of the entire project.

Patresa, of course, hated every minute of it.

I remember, in the two weeks leading up to her recording date at Nova Labs, getting text messages from her at all hours of the day and night. Bemoaning the process. Cursing my name. Cussing out Kanye. But never threatening to quit. By the time she made it up to Ames to record with Bryon Dudley, she had the words and a rough idea in her head, but still wasn't completely sure what the finished product was going to sound like. After some commiserating with Dudley on some of the finer points, she just sat down at her keyboard and sang. The finished project is probably the single best track to come out of the project.

I have a hard time saying "this is my favorite track," because every time I start to think that about one, two more pop into my head and I remember how good everyone's contribution was. I honestly don't think I have a favorite from this first batch of songs; I love them all the same. But if there is any one track that makes me glad this project was able to come together, It's Patresa's.

To the best of my knowledge, the played this song once, in Nova Labs' studio, and promptly forgot about it. Virtually every time I see her play live, I still try and get her to dust it off, and she does her best to ignore me. Even during her post-project interview for Band Bombshell, while she was able to admit that she was happy with the finished product, she was happiest just to be done with it.

But the track that lies below is pretty easily the most soulful, earnest, and--dare I say--sexiest track in the entire project. When I die, I won't be remembered for much. But at least I gave the world Patresa Hartman's cover of "Gold Digger."