In the pay-per-press future where punctuation and [Delete] cost more than any other keys and you're low on dough you'll have to trust auto-correct to make sure you can get it in to the place you can turn around and go into the kitchen sink and get back
Someday, an unfortunate kid is going to walk down into their "eclectic uncle" Topher's basement, and realize someone did not open the "readme.txt" before playing with a CRISPR/Cas9 Weekend Geneticist EZ-Kit.
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 destined for evolution. But for now, they float the aether in a 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