No. 1 - Songs for Winter

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.