The world, as I see it currently, is covered with snow. Old-timey memories from childhood snow. Snow deeper than I am tall. Deep blizzards that last for days.
It gets cold here, where I am. I spend a lot of time staring out the window of my mother’s painting studio. It looks out on a tiny court yard with a rusted mirror that stares back at me. I am composing my next few songs here, next to my mothers landscapes, on staff paper and typewritten sheets.
The following is the music I reach for in my moments of loneliness these days. These are flashes of what is echoing through my mind. I hope, if you find yourselves lonely this winter, you can reach for these songs, also.