I cry easily. I can’t help it. And apparently, that’s how I make songs and eventually albums…

Time is the only thing we truly have. And why is it that we often realize its value only when it has already slipped away?

Some recordings are more than sound. This one needed to happen near her.

Our first conversation at her kitchen table set the tone. We understood each other, communicated easily, and I feel lucky to have met her. Working together, the songs grew in the way they needed to.

Actually, this is a record about love — even though it’s about loss. Because grief is also a form of love.
And “why” isn’t always the right question.