Life has seen a lot in the past year. Both good and bad. I have faced situations I never dreamt of, been in the middle of things I hardly had any idea about, saw life play out in a way I could never have imagined.

I started this year off by thinking very specifically about what I wanted my music to be. I started working on my second album (which I still am) and knew exactly what I wanted it to sound like. I think I still do but lately I’ve been coming back down to what I’ve always started out with. What I think I started letting go of. What comes easy to me. And that’s music by the barebones of it. Raw, subtle, and simple. Just a guy, in a room, with a guitar and something to complain about. I do have plans of venturing into a sound I haven’t before with my second album but I don’t wanna feel like I’m leaving something behind. Something that feels at home. Something that makes me comfortable. Something that makes it easy to be miserable. Something that’s me.

And that’s why I’m putting out this small collection of songs that were written in the past year coming from a very particular space both physically and emotionally. These ideas were born on oliver street. They belong to oliver street. And they talk about something that has been an equally important part of my life as oliver street. And as it happens, both those things are gone now.

They talk about the loss of something special, the longing of reconnection, the regret of time wasted. The beauty of the past and the ugliness of the present. The certainty and the stubbornness of the future. I don’t think I could ever have the balls to tell you what these songs truly are about, but they’re going to be yours soon. So feel free to dive in. S