wow when this cloud gets lit up it’s so nice to sit on
wow when this cloud gets lit up it’s so nice to sit on
copilot on here
planet
rocks and wind
between here and radio nowhere
from beginning to end
friend
go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’re clever
you and me oh
number three oh
making me know
what I need to know
we can go ahead
whatever
we can run around and pretend we’d never
you and me oh
and number three oh
make deep lows
make neat
abstract, toy piano, weird, beats, polyrhythm, south, ritual, offbeat, odd, journey, exploration
I wonder if this will be the last revery of this year. it seems likely. Hasn’t been an easy year, hasn’t been easy to keep up, to get in a rhythm. This one I’m doing in the morning, very strange. But it has been amazing to make and share and I am not tired at all of creating these.
ok I’ll take you up on
a moment or two of thought
and we can get together in there
and whatnot
rock a bye
into oblivion
or into
permission to
live again
it’s just time to like
get going with it all and you know
make it happen whether anyone is happening
whether anything is
whether whenever ends
just you know, me you and this
birth of a nation
did it ever even begin
was it the end all through
did I try, was I true?
it doesn’t matter without you
so let’s just skip five? ok. whatever. who cares.
I’ll swim and sing with you
if you want me
not if you want me too
if you want me
on that night ship
the late night swells
navigating through
hellos and farewells
hey everyone
be careful
out there
schooled by
it the
quest
of quests
playing piano and pretending I can play piano is one of my favorite things and maybe is the earliest that music became “my thing”… I remember having what I thought were (and were most definitely not) good sessions on my Grandpa’s yellow piano when I was pretty young… maybe six.
this is not that piano, but the feeling I got from recording these was similar.
back to no home home
back to unknown
wander and wander
once there
running the dune
just a break between here and there
maybe the big break
that one moment
or any other
t
couldn’t type
discipline
no why
falling back into a dream
a continuity
everything you believed in
everything you held true
brought back down
by
any external force
nah.
i love
and thus
i renounce
hate