A swarm of ideas breeding in those songs I started in Sweden. Like trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle while the pieces are melting, somehow still sounds beautiful once you stop caring what a picture it was supposed to make. Subject keeps shifting, tuning like a drunk string landing eventually in key out of stubbornness. Using open-stage comrades is a blast. Last week Amelia and Danny agreed to add background vocals to an ancient tune that crawled onto the new record. Suddenly sounded like it brushed its teeth. Their voices human, sweet, imperfect. The reason why machines should still fear us. Whoever sings, plays, or even sneezes near your record becomes tattooed into it forever. Collaboration is so mystical and beautiful that way. Starting with your own reflection, then a few friends wander in, by the end it’s a twelve-headed creature humming in 5/4 time, demanding royalties.