This is from years ago, living in santa fe. I loved driving around in my little 1980s toyota corolla and listening to cassettes. I loved the way they sounded. So I took a piano song I was working on, recorded it to cassette, dragged mic…

No one's left and I'm afraid I've got no choice. I've got it made. But I've known for a very long time that I can't consent to the shape that I've been assigned without a chance to really define...