Back to Black on Crosby Street

Back to Black on Crosby Street

One night around 2010, I came home after a night out and played an interpretation of Back to Black alone at 4AM, full blast, on my Fender Telecaster and Reverb amp, by the fireplace of my ceepy 1893 house. My voice horse, from a late night out. The wood creaking, the eerie feeling of that

Optimistic Nihilism

Sometimes, when I’m in public, I look around at all of the random people I don’t know, and I truly celebrate our existence. I take a second to appreciate us. Us! We are literally amazing. We’re all obviously the outcome of 330,000 years of modern human brains doing the impossible to give us existence. And,