THE FEED

Trying a new way of working. Each morning I record one song from scratch, start to finish, before checking my phone. Most of them are bad, a few are fine, and one of them, Wide Open Road, Narrow Escape, I can't stop playing. It turns out the trick is to finish before you have time to doubt it.

Added an enamel pin to the shop. It's small, it's shiny, it looks like a moth.

Crosswalk — 180g LP

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Got lost on the way to rehearsal. Found a lovely little park. Wrote half a song on a bench.

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Tess Takes the Long Way

Cumbia Kitchen · Heavy Rain, Light Sleeper

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To the person who bought the entire back catalogue at 3 a.m.: you are a lunatic and I love you.

Heavy Rain, Light Sleeper

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Joining a bill of five bands at Maple Street Mission Hall on Oct 19. Third on, if I'm reading the poster right.

Heavy Rain, Light Sleeper

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A thank-you to the friend who lent me their basement, their drum kit and their tolerance.

Heavy Rain, Light Sleeper

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New record, Heavy Rain, Light Sleeper, out on Friday. It's the quietest thing I've done: mostly one guitar, one voice and the sound of a radiator in the next room. I almost added drums three times and talked myself out of it three times. Pre-orders are open, and the first track, Somewhere to Be, is yours the second you click.

My dog has learned to howl on the high note of Tsuki no Michi. It's very flattering.

Two new songs tonight, no announcement, no fuss. Cut-Price Revolution first.

All the pressing money came from people who bought a download. This is a thank-you note in the form of a post.

Played Club Quarantine Street last night and the room was so small that one of the players had to stand in the doorway. Perfect.

I've been thinking about why I make music, and the honest answer is that I can't stop. I did try, once, for about a year. I took a job with a pension and a parking space. By March I was writing songs in the parking lot at lunch. So here I am, no pension, no parking space, very happy.

A slow-burn new one. Crosswalk is eleven tracks of midweek feelings.