There's a story behind this that's uninteresting to anyone but me. A short version is that my old, broken guitar (made semi-immortal with duct tape and instrumental willpower) needed to play this Dylan song before it is laid to rest.

This is a song my late-night self apparently left for my morning self to think about. I admit it just keeps gnawing at me, maybe not in a good way. ... Nineteen, standing by the ocean for the first time Gazing long at the sea feeling the…

Messing around with mixing. Sometimes I wonder if your hair is still black and long If your eyes are still brown and staring shyly at the ground If your button nose still curves just so If your eyes still stay close when you laugh Sometimes…

“On Vices and Their Opposite Virtues and In Whom They Are and About What,” - Philodemus

It was a lovely sunny day yesterday ...... this morning I woke to the news that the US had bombed Iran Its a lovely sunny day Its a lovely sunny day in Israel Its lovely sunny day in Iran too What is that that flying high through…

Well the rain has come after such a lovely day yesterday so it must be time for a sad song Heading to a lonely night Its been nothing but a lonely day and I’m heading to a lonely night Where the darkness creeps and the dangers…