I can explain it so well. The night soft-nosed and sprawling. This air is heavy on my teeth, but I can trust it for now.
Read Moremy present self is grateful to my past self five, ten years ago for making an effort to remember things that happened.
Read MoreMemory shifts in forms of translation and recording—in how pieces are positioned and what shape everything becomes.
Read MoreYou know that ache? When everywhere cries swan song, but no air can hope to hold you like a voice holds back the wind?
Read MoreI wouldn’t say that any of the lyrics are by choice. I wish I could write songs about a perfect life, trust me! It’s all real.
Read MoreThe raw song itself is like the narrative, and the production is like pictures that help tell the story.
Read MoreIn songwriting, memory is a potent element. It is everywhere inside you.
Read MoreI love capturing the essence of a person in that moment.
Read MoreToday I sat at the piano and played Chopin and felt vaguely as if I were about to cry.
Read MoreMuch of the time, lyrics find me and stay with me until I put them to music.
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