Well crap. We’re now 6 months and 6 EPs behind on posting oldmanboy to the bindle. Sorry bindle. Let’s get you sorted.
These songs are from the end of last summer, before winter hit, before I could no longer get out and read in the park in the afternoons, before everyone left and utter isolation and involuntary confinement precipitated the return of anxiety attacks, emergent negative thoughts, and all-around darkbad times.
There’s none of that in this. This is just a summer night in Ithaca, New York.