Sorry, Phoebe

Sorry, Phoebe

Sorry, Phoebe. I’m going to have to let you go. The coffee shop is doing takeout only now. Also, you refused to wear a mask and all your songs were about debunked conspiracy theories.

Missed Connections

Missed Connections

I wrote this song for my dog Miles, who died in late June. As I was listening back to my demo, I saw a beetle on my ARP 2600 and started shooting video. And then I saw another beetle. The scene was perfectly timed to the music, which felt significant.