From January to June 2018, my wife Cat costume designed the Amazon series adaptation of the podcast Homecoming that shot in L.A., so we decamped Brooklyn for a 1930s cottage aerie perched halfway up Laurel Canyon. I bought a knock around Seagull guitar at the perfect scaled All-In-One guitar shop in Koreatown, and recorded a couple dozen tracks in our Gould Avenue house. My Gentleman of the Canyon adventure took me to a songwriting time zero, stripped down and raw, to that place where I just sat and thought and wrote and strummed. And listened. And learned.
These tracks are “demos,” all recorded with the intention of evolution. But for now, it feels worth letting them float the aether in their simplest, stripped state, kicking up some glorious west coast dust for me. Who knows where we’ll meet again. Hopefully, in The Canyon.
Rainstorm / 20170717
Close friends’ house, Cottage bedroom
improv on a 44-key upright Grieg piano, un-tuned, sticky keys
iPhone w/ a Shure MV88 lightning condenser sitting on a windowsill
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Meet Lili, short for Liliko'i (Hawaiian passion fruit), built in Maui of mango wood by @MeleUkesMaui. "I am a child of ocean and mountain," she says, "and I will quiet New York City for you." pic.twitter.com/xanDYzhlln