These last couple of days have forced some kind of realization. Please pardon the melodrama. Tim called to tell me about Steve’s passing between flights home from Portugal. I sat and stewed for a bunch hours looking out a window, dimmed, trying to make night out of day, while everyone at home, except for a few were asleep. This song was on a loop in my head. Daniel and I just finished recording and the last thing I hear is always the earworm. I’m lucky it was this one.
I forgot how much exhausted adrenaline I was living on that summer -on. It’s been two full years and it’s still nuts. So much is nuts.
