I’m inclined to think life or thoughts or ideas aren’t a blur of movement so much as a collage of image and voice: layered, constant, revved, and singing.
Read MoreMay this book teach you, when the ache looms loud & large in your peripheral vision, to invite it inside & ask for its forgiveness.
Read MoreEvery note of this song of our making & remaking belongs to you.
Read MoreIf we are all the dead conversing with the dead, I like to think the language we use to bridge the space between us is called music.
Read MoreThis collection was born out of the search for something bigger than the silence & static. On Friday, I think we came close to finding it.
Read MoreI am slow to reach for music these days, maybe because music doesn’t feel out of reach anymore.
Read MoreNothing in this place has ever been abandoned. If we sound desperate, that’s only because we know what our hands can do.
Read MoreWhat a space we made for ourselves last night—& when I say space I hope you hear salvation. You’re the best love we know, dear songbirds.
Read MoreStep into this House with us. Warm your hands on the fire. We’ve been waiting for you for so long.
Read MoreHere’s to the ugly & the marvellous, loud enough to reach the edge of night.
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