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It’s been a bit. I stalled out at the end of the year. My daily music mixtape went up in flames. I wrestled with why, decided to reformat it, then realized I was forcing it. I wrote a piece about failure and why it’s important and helpful to fail. Then I scraped it. Then I realized what I was doing was delaying something that I’ve needed to do for a long time, which is finish The Perfect Sentence. So I sighed and said “this year it’s going to happen” and here we are.
The Perfect Sentence was first written as a short story years ago, but it never felt right. It was inspired about a death of a close friend, but we *weren’t* friends when he died, which was a unique situation for me. There was this human I knew so well, so intimately when I was 15 sitting in my Twitter feed, a near complete stranger. And then he was gone. It pushed me to explore thoughts of grief, memory, social media, misinformation, and I flew into a frenzy, idea after idea tumbling out of me like clumsy, bulky blocks.
I kept pushing myself with it, refining ideas, making it weirder, making it sound like nothing else I’ve done. Then I decided it would make a good standalone podcast. Then? Mmm, no. It’s a concept album. It’s music. It’s sound. It might never be understood by anyone other than me. I may never completely understand it either. So be it.
I make no comparisons between myself and the departed master David Lynch. I do not share his talent, his drive, or his love of all things human, especially the bizarre. I love his work but I do not share his gifts. But it feels right to me to make more weird shit in the aftermath of his death. So it’s sad, but I take his passing as a gauntlet thrown down to independent artists. Pick this up and run with it.
And so sure. I’m back on my bullshit, trying to find the perfect sentence, knowing it doesn’t exist. But what if it did, kid? What if it did?
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