10/26/16 12:01AM

In a world of photos, voices are the ghosts.
Pixels lit by light from metal gods give something close to life but miss something. It’ll be 2017 sooner than it will be 2018, but it will still be 2018 sometime. But for now it’s voices that you go so long not hearing, and for now it’s photos that flood all you see.

I don’t even know what I’m writing but somehow it makes sense to me. My album release party, Saturday, will be a splendid occasion where my songs finally come out their cage into the eyes and ears of people who don’t even know what they just saw escape.

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