/Music

written and recorded in many houses in many places. ever closer, never arriving is a cyclical journey of remembering and forgetting, arriving and leaving, chasing horizons, and getting comfortable with just being

I wanted to make a video where people were dressed as bears that ate stuffed animal fluff (cotton candy), and stuffed animals lived in fear of the bears. The person I'd hired to shoot the video canceled to go shoot a football game instead, and the video never happened. Alas.

I don't understand the music video we did. It's rooted in nostalgia, which is a foreign concept to me. I wanted people in bear costumes, not me in a vest. It doesn't feel true to my life. But I still like the song.

Sometimes I just want to rhyme words together really fast, and this is essentially just one long three minute verse. The owl in the art came with the apartment I lived in. He was crucified to the closet door. I freed him.

I wanted to make a music video featuring two people I thought would pair well (pairing people is like pairing food), one of whom I have since outgrown the friendship of. It was a fun time. I got a new stuffed animal out of the experience (Bill the Giraffe).

What you do in life chooses you. You can choose not to do it. You can choose something safer.

I lived in a tiny studio apartment that was once a porch, basically in the street, in an old victorian house with like 15 other apartments. There was an opera singer, and the guy upstairs that warned me bath water would come out of the ceiling fan if he "was having too much fun". There was a guy that lived in the alley right next to my bed-in-the-kitchen window. Somehow no one noticed the constant audio recording. Molly, the landlord, was so incompetent and also evil, in the way landlords inevitably are.

I spent a little more than a year pretty exclusively working on this album. Wrangling people for features. Not working. Racking up credit card debt. But the songs still feel good. I see my vision.