We arrived home at about 10:30p. After dropping off the rent check, I looked in on our mailbox and noticed a parcel from Slowdance Records and felt a bittersweet pang. Sent the day after Christmas, Logan Whitehurst's last project came to us.
I went back inside and handed it to
It's an unusual phrasing for me. It was inspired somewhat by statements from a happier time when all of the Very Tiny Songs Project was online, he seemed to be on the mend, and I gleefully wrote a script to download them all. We started to listen to some and I suggested that we ration our intake in the hopes of making it last until we next had the opportunity to see him.
I had been thinking shortly before getting back inside that by that logic, we'd need to take a very long time listening to this album.
Every so often, the seemingly rational thing to do isn't the right thing to do.
Things more or less kicked off on the 29th.
An amusing exchange (from vague memory):
The evening was spent in part at Petroglyph with a stopover at the Poet and Patriot after the fact. I did a plate which came out better than expected.
Pictures -- and chatter about