album drops in januober

miracle bubble

hill st.

room with a firepole....

homage to the ninja turtles

washington d.c.

room

light

snarkle

Always after we speak,

No matter how long it’s been

Talking with you is like

Putting my soul through the wash

(with Clorox, and it works.)

Brighter colors! It fits again.

And I love it, like new.

And you.

hi five

modern love

aback

to whom it may concern,

i thought of something the other morning and mourned it as long lost. then as magic does every so often delight it came out of no where. holy mackerel. i felt the virgin river running cold under foot, saw dark canyon walls closing in, my truck's window smashed, long stretches of nothingness only Nevada, of course, could bring, avacados and budweiser for breakfast, and all the laughing i almost went deaf. in the middle of my kitchen, in cambridge, i swear i could smell the sage...which reminded me a wise man once said "one should only ever hide for half of forever." nah jus kiddin, i just made that up.

garage stuff