it’s 2am and i’m tired, but i realize that i have been out of touch for a while and wanted to welcome you all back to my life.

hello. how have you been? i super, thanks for asking (what is that from? some movie i saw recently, but i can’t place it)

so, we live in LA now, which is absurd and also totally fitting given our profession. we haven’t done too many LA things recently, except get caught in viscious/viscous traffic for upwards of two hours a day (and we don’t even have conventional jobs.. i can’t imagine the simmering existential rage of the friday afternoon commute after a week of 8-5 work and 6-8/5-7 traffic) .. i’m sure that there’s an entire branch of literature dedicated to LA traffic, but i think i came to my own breakthrough about its cause today. it’s ultimately cyclical: there is traffic most of the time, so when the freeways are relatively clear, everybody drives extremely fast because 1) it feels good after being in stop-and-go conditions for an hour and 2) those conditions might soon return.. then, because someone is driving too fast, there’s an accident, which causes more traffic, which feeds into the next cycle.. needless to say, it’s awful.

everything else, though, is wonderful. i’m not sure where we draw the line between public/private, so i won’t say too much, but band stuff is going great, we’ve got a fantastic sublet in a hip part of town, we’re surrounding ourselves with inspiring musicians, and we’ll be out on the road and in your *city really soon

that’s not all, but i’m exhausted and won’t subject you to any more unedited late night rambling.

goodnight

*this statement is entirely provisional.. if you live somewhere random (ie. a red state, apologies to thomas, nathaniel, etc..), we may not be there soon.. also, we’re reserving the right to employ a very flexible definition of soon.

It’s a terrifying thought, but what if I really do have nothing to say?

We’re in the process of moving back to Los Angeles this week, where many a friend has earned many a “thank you” ham and one man in particular has earned several thousand dollars for going against his better judgment and letting us sublet his Los Feliz apartment, even though we’re professional musicians and the whole place is probably going to be awash in cocaine and European hand models before he’s even given us the key.

Thank you, Andrew. It’s been a long week.

*this is absurd. this is not what i bargained for. i was supposed to be surfing in san diego with annie bethancourt today. instead i’m writing to you all. i guess rain and vagabondry induce communication. which reminds me, i should probably call my mom back.

*this = the torrential downpour of the past 72 hours**
** if i knew anything about computers, i would stop using these silly asterisks and hyperlink some CNN article about the ridiculous thunderstorms that are flooding Southern California. Dave would have linked something here. I wish i was more like Dave.