How was the walk?
Good, a change of scenery is welcome. After being cooped up all winter, dreaming of this place, I have to remind myself to live and breathe. Too much work, too many moving parts to keep me out of touch.
How was the album?
As long as I’ve known anyone, I’ve known Tyler. The big-kid in a cardigan and the goth kid who stutters, wearing tuxes in the spring, and Karaoke on Fridays.
All those years dreaming of the albums we could sell, the art we could make that would be half as good as the stuff we were burning to mixtapes.
It lives up to the hype.