This record is a true labor of love.
Love lost. Love that never was. Love found. Love beyond imagination.
It’s the love of working with my nephew to take the music I’ve had in my heart for years and working it out of me into something we could record. He took all my notes — the descriptions of music and sounds I don’t know the technical terms for — and put into the world exactly what was in my head.
The first time I listened to the final version of “3.20.19” I cried. I took off the headphones and somehow conveyed to my wife that she needed to listen to it. Five minutes later, we both cried. “It somehow sounds exactly how we feel about our baby,” she said.
She’s not wrong.
A couple of notes about the album’s title: two of my favorite debuts are Counting Crows’ “August and Everything After” and Pete Yorn’s “Musicforthemorningafter.” I always knew my first collection of songs would end with the word “after.” As I started putting the songs together, it fell into place: this music is about what you’re seeking and what you become after you find it.
So, at long last, here’s “What You’re After.”
I hope you like it as much as my grandmother does.
So ... there I was 