turns out that releasing an album (even half an album) during a global pandemic is a sublimely lonely experience. definitely a “would not recommend”.
but i’m grateful to all of you. and the first 12 songs have been let out into the meadows. so everything is okay.
i’ve just never believed that the internet is here to save us all. i want a night in a tiny club that smells like beer and hot amplifiers. even if i’m not onstage myself. i miss hearts beating in the same room. long live live music.
sorry, i’m drunk. but also i’m not sorry.