I started these songs alone. Voice, keyboards, synthesizers, programmed drums. Cascades of words, thick swaths of sound. Writing through political horrors in abundance, a virus going viral, domestic concerns, a tethering in place. How to lock down and with whom.

I finished these songs with friends. Co-composers, really. They found space to breathe, in and around the work that I had done, sonic answers to an invitation: listen, play, see where you land.

Friends who play rock, improvised music, fiddle tunes, avant percussion—they all make contact here. The individuals, their histories, their ways of making, wound together around an expressive core steeped in too much language and too much sound. Trying nonetheless for just enough. Tempered by collective effort.

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