Where were they going without ever knowing the way
talking about death, and fastball
talking about death, and fastball
We lost Dolly Parton today, although it will no longer be today when you read this.
I wrote a zine for a video game about a non-existent future where music saves the world, and it consumed me.
I had no words for myself in the late 1980s when I obsessed over Metroid in the basement, only ideas. Desires that questioned the body, how it might be broken down and rebuilt into something better, even when I was so young.
Hard, near impossible, to write so joyously about being so tired, and if you did not speak the language you would never know that these songs all feel so close to weary hearts.