Spaceship

(e)

Hours. Days. Months. Almost a year has gone by since the first note of Winter 1 moved through my fingertips onto the keys of my keyboard in a small room in Allston, Massachusetts. Now in Chicago, Illinois I sit at a table in Brian's living room typing this message as the first note of Winter 1 is heard by someone...anyone. My mind moves back to the hours and hours I spent by myself in a small studio tucked away in the back of the 150 building at Berklee. Creation and release. The feeling I have right now can be described as nothing less than pure joy. I hope you enjoy the sounds that we have created. Just know that they were created with hard work, with passion, and most of all with love. Love for the music, for art, and love for you.

(b)

A long time coming for me. In relation to Eric, this has felt like the longest waiting period I've ever had to deal with. He had the songs after we recorded them. He mixed, sent, and I returned with my opinions. All I've had up to this point are my own thoughts. Thoughts about how we got here and what's next. I'm excited about the latter. My task list is deep with creative ideas that involve music, video, stories, photographs. But one thing I'm noticing is that we come up with some of our best ideas together. Video shoots, animations, ideas. They're all coming. They all compliment what the music stands for. I've said it once and I'm going to say it again because there is nothing that evokes my perception of the future better than this phrase: I can't wait for tomorrow.