A year has passed, and the album now carries its name: πΈπππ‘β, πΏππ£π πππ ππππππ‘ππππ .
Three times I have been to England's west coast, near LiverpoolβWest Kirbyβa cradle of luminous skies that feels like a place touched by wonder. The impossible seems possible hereβpeople walk on water like Jesus. And I felt home.
There, with Bill Ryder-Jonesβone of my favorite musicians and producers, whose art I deeply appreciateβalongside his engineer and mixing companions, we shaped these songs, born in last winterβs quiet solitude.
from
π»ππ πΊππππ ππ π πΉππππ
to
π° π²πππ...
from
π»ππ π»πππ
to
π»πππ ππ π―πππ...
This album feels like a mosaic of joy to me, woven from light and longing. I hope, one day, when it's time, it might bring you happiness too.
Here are glimpses from our studio time and West Kirby...












