i am constantly terrified that i will never be able to write another song.
i live on the dirtiest street in philadelphia.
i'd like to start playing shows, ok.
some new music is demonstrated in varying degrees of completeness above.
just an echo and till you're 45 are the only real/finished songs up from: "a work in digress." if you are interested in hearing more of it, i am very interested in you hearing it. perfect.