in 2006 or so, when cassedega came out, my sister called me and i remember tho conversation better than i remember most things. i was newly separated. i was living, like magic, in a loft that i worshiped every barefoot step on the hardwoods from the giant windows to the door that led to the pub i had keys to. life was surreal. but she said how she hated the album at first but finally got it. and now, 10 years later to the almost minute, this new record is defeated and a triumph at the same time. how do you feel so fucking good about failing? make a record about it. get married, buy a house, make a life. we never got beautiful we never hit big. we wasted a decade on booze and blow. we were beautiful and talented and we burnt out but didnt fade. instead we get a third act. lucky us, chubby and wise, we roll into the next phase, our maestro in tow, its a more than adequate record. slow, sad and aware. we failed but we arent broken.
