Letters

Writing about the records, the room they were made in, and whatever falls outside the jurisdiction of rhythm and melody. Sent by email first. Every letter ends up here.

Letters, two

A waltz that comes apart in the middle, why it was hard to record, and the mountain paths above Şirince where the video was shot.

Letters, one

Why the record looks back on a life that feels half lived by someone else, and a piece written for Green Electric Chapel by Andrea Borchetta.

Letters

Have them arrive instead. Demos, rough mixes and writing, when there is something worth sending. No schedule.

No tracking in the letters. Leave whenever you like.