For the first time since mid-March, I’m packing up my humble mobile studio, whacking a few pairs of socks in a duffle bag, and getting the hell out of dodge.

This Hiraeth project I’m undertaking was born from a lonely place, isolated and contemplative, but that’s only part of the story. Next chapters, foreboding as they can seem, also represent celebrations - of who we are, where we’re going and why, and it’s time to ruminate on these queries and more out in the socially-distanced world, where, over the past decade in particular, the best parts of myself coalesced into something resembling a rad human being.

It is, I suppose, a pilgrimage of sorts, to places I’ve spent time, places that shaped me, to sit in stillness with some memories, letting these songs tell their full stories.