…since I’ve posted anything. Spring tempts, patio sales go on across the road, a friend on his way over for vinyl and whiskey, nothing else matters but our names in the sun and a record on rotation called Elder Schoolhouse by Dog Day. On the hunt for another soul to share space with, no luck yet. Keep bangin’ out the tunes for your ears in the name of The Space while my cat obsessively walks in and out of the studio stuck on some kind of bad math. Trips canceled, moods altered, beleagued and bespoke. Yours truly. Word life.
