I’ve been sitting on these recordings now for quite some time. While recording with Calvin last year, these songs emerged. They remind me of cutting that one would propagate in water. They’ve been scattered along the decor of this intangible existence.
I don’t think they have much else to say, or do at this time; however, I feel like they need to formalized if for any thing—my own convenience.
They’re not mastered, they’re not produced, but a harvest none the less.
The smell of autumn is in the air. Happy Harvest season ;)
