2020 was a garbage year on so many levels, but every year as of late has its tragedies. One of the hazards of growing older, I suppose—watching other people not.
Tragedy, however awful, breeds incredible art, and so there was a massive influx of beauty in this terrible year. This song was written in 2018 but recorded this June. I’m pretty damn proud of it.
Here’s to handling 2021’s incoming tragedies with grace and creativity where we can. Happy new year.