to love the anxious blood the mad child inspires:

each of these tracks were musical threads that i followed to some point of stagnation. one of them was revisited with added tracks (the acoustic guitar on bomber pilot).

the tracks are guileless in that i certainly wanted to keep going with all of them but somehow could not.

each of them (but one) maps a wordless space during one man's mid-30s -- for me a time marked by the ceaseless attrition of both ideals and ambitions and the essential, improvisatory preludes to their surrender.

the seeds converse, in contrast, is a simple ballad reflecting my devotion to the truest and most perfect companion a person might know.

in any case, time to push these cowbirds out of the nest.

i'm hoping that should they hit the concrete instead of soaring they'll wake up clumsy with freedom and sing a brittle and bittersweet song for Cliff and Fernando Jr.