"the color of tempo"

(prefuse 73)

lotta snow, lotta spray..

"that day is mine"

("postcards from italy" by beirut)

"oh, the periphery, they throw good parties there.."

("periphery" by fiona apple)

"like a monkey with a miniature cymbal, the joy of repetition really is in you"

("over and over" by hot chip)

lately my life largely consists of paint, snow, trains, and seltzer. it's a beautiful thing.

"so i think we've burned our bridges, but it's difficult to tell..."

"...i've been walking through the ashes, saying 'didn't we do well?'"
("job well done" by run the jewels)

two days in the studio so far, gettin' the gears greased..