On the same day the project I’m best known for released a video where I fingerpick jazz chords, I gleefully wrote and recorded caveman riffs over samples of farm animals and laser beams while adopting the character of a preacher leading a satanic choir. Music’s multifaceted alchemy never ceases to amaze.

Someone asked me today how I’m doing. I’m doing ok. Which isn’t to say I’m not paralyzed from time to time by the enormity of the forced change my life and career are undertaking, but I’m fine - safe and, at the moment, pleasantly buzzed on rough wine.

But I need music, now more than ever, to exorcise whatever lingering doubts besiege undiscovered paths.