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Writing to you this week partially from my work computer and partially from the air. I’m sending it extra early because I am now on the west coast. As I write this sentence I’m on a de-iced and running late flight to LAX where I will get picked up by a buddy. In a few days my sister and I will drive to Las Vegas - I look forward to seeing some absolutely brutal roadside sand expanse and I look forward to drinking 7-11 coffee and hot chocolates with my family while we look at various Christmas lights strewn over various desert flora. How many years in a row does it take for something to become tradition? This will be my third year playing Pai Gow on Christmas Day, the money I lose is starting to feel like home.

The music this week is a bit of open-hearted piano, tracked plainly in my living room. I tried to leave enough space in-between the chords to let the sound of the dishwasher in the distance burble in as I recorded the sound of the room. Amazingly, the electric organ that lives in my house worked for the ten minutes necessary to fade in here with a beautifully undulating drone - usually it sputters or starts up a drum loop when it isn’t wanted but gladly it just kind of floats, iridescent like an oil slick, up to the surface.

“Don’t be fooled by the Internet. It’s cool to get on the Computer, but don’t let the Computer get on you. You’ve all seen the Matrix. There’s a war going on. The battlefield’s in the mind, the prize is the soul” -Prince Rogers Nelson

Good morning ~

Somehow back in my old habit of writing this at the absolute last minute. But how are you?

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Writing to you once again on my phone after a very long night / late night / morning of traveling. But I made it to where I was going and I’m typing from the comfort of a large clean bed. Gimme a break on the typing errors etc

The music this week is a manipulated recording of me playing a piano with the windows open, letting all the sounds of people passing in the street and subways clanging by overhead wash over the spare chords.

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Writing to you this week from my cell phone while I’m playing shows in the northeast. Part of this was written in a minivan, part of this was written during a show, most of it was written sitting on our friend’s couch in Boston. Now I’m sending it to you (late) from a recording studio in Pawtucket. Please excuse any typos or unexpectedly brief writing, thank you.

The track this week is actually an excerpt from a larger project I was working on last month that has been unexpectedly shelved. I hope you’ll hear the full thing and it’s intended use at some point, and if it does come out I will let you know. But anyway - there are crickets from a summer night in Ohio and slide guitar and a synth with keys held down by tarot cards. The photo is from that rave in the woods I went to a while back (by the way, please keep sending me field recordings !).

There is a delicious little caesura every morning before the hard, rocky facts of life come in, before you consider things like the date, or whatever emails you have to send, or wherever you have to be in a couple of hours. A few moments of clean, blank, white room bliss when you've just woken up. No fear, no anxiety, no anticipation. Remember that this moment is possible and that it will be available to you the next time you wake up. Maybe you could stay in that clean, blank room a bit longer - it's a little flickering flame of calm that you can pass your hand over without getting burned.

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Back to writing and music every Thursday!