Every Song Begins With A Moment Captured By A Chord, & Stretched Until Unrecognizable To Even Those Most Familiar.
Every Memory, An Outline Of The Past. Demanding Of A Form, Failing To Be Realized, & Settling Into Perfection.
Take After Take, & Line After Line, It’s Who We Were And It’s Where We Are Now.
Wherever You Are . . .
TRACES
“Maybe we’re confusing love for admiration, Maybe we’re just too in touch for separation…”