in tallinn today, a guy standing up to his chest in a manhole on the sidewalk casually smoking a cigarette, and me walking slowly by regretting with every step the photo i didn’t take
when i get nervous about a thing, like right now in the back of a taxi w/ my buchla, i always remember a lyric from the effigies, “the day will come and go as it always will”
awoken, again, at 7.30 by some dude with a table saw, and at 15.00 today he’s still going at it while a power washer is now filling in the entire rest of the audible spectrum — but a club that plays music at “speaking volume” is being shut down
superbummed that i’ll miss sparhawk @lowtheband playing on another stage at way out west (i’m playing with kite), would love to say hi after all these years of seeing your live shows across two countries—hope to catch you in passing somewhere in gothenburg ❤️🙏🏼