thank you fren. possible that they could go on another song but they didn’t make it onto algorithm ghetto — if not, they’ll go in a poetry book. i love how we can share whatever tf we want on substack without getting censored and thrown into the digital gulags, but i’ve come to see the value in having physical copies of all things - including our art. one day this is all gonna end 😂 😎
"The slide guitar is the roadside motel with bulletproof glass and no lobby" No idea why this touches me ... though it reminds me of Raymond Chandler ...
🙏 i love this. when i wrote it, i was listening to my producer / collaborator write a guitar riff it literally transported me to that scene, and many others.
Love this! 💕
thank you kristin!!! i hope you are well friend, I hope we can catch up one of these days 🙏
sorry i just spelled your name wrong i needa go to bed haha Kristen*** 😂
Haha wow, can I relate! I definitely should be sleeping 😴 I hope you are well, too. Love you, friend!
Since it isn't going on the album, glad you shared. Also glad you shared what sparked the lyrics. Beautifully dark and enchanting.
thank you fren. possible that they could go on another song but they didn’t make it onto algorithm ghetto — if not, they’ll go in a poetry book. i love how we can share whatever tf we want on substack without getting censored and thrown into the digital gulags, but i’ve come to see the value in having physical copies of all things - including our art. one day this is all gonna end 😂 😎
"The slide guitar is the roadside motel with bulletproof glass and no lobby" No idea why this touches me ... though it reminds me of Raymond Chandler ...
🙏 i love this. when i wrote it, i was listening to my producer / collaborator write a guitar riff it literally transported me to that scene, and many others.
Amazing poetry.
thank you friend 🙏 ❤️
Are you sure you aren’t Jim Morrison incarnate? I jest. You are more.
🤯 holy shit. That’s an incredible honor and compliment. Thank you 🙏