Music

The sounds of a stripped down, minimalist suburban rolling through the burbs' with way too many subwoofers in the trunk.

If fear is the mind-killer, this is all of that ethos rolled up into a beat.

A dial tone, a disconnected line, the rain starts down in the city. How exactly did you get here?

Everybody's hopping on, and occasionally someone falls off. Here's how the wheels keep turning.

Call me old fashioned, but this is how I'd imagine a new version of a classic might sound in its soul.

If anxiety had an instrumental beat, I imagine it'd sound something like this.

A mashup of stories surrounding alcohol, people I know, and things I've witnessed.