I won’t call it a perfect storm, but a confluence of events befell me and lifted me up, which allowed the conjuration and recording of the songs that comprise my debut studio album, Shagbark after Dark. There was the mysterious benefactor from Brooklyn, NY, the friends who believed in the songs enough to schlep up to Tooth Mountain and share their talents, a demonic swirling bevy of phantom illnesses, and finally, the passing of my best friend, Babou, which is one of the hardest things I have ever had to face in my life. The last song I wrote for the album is in memory of her, and the whole project is dedicated to her and the aforementioned NY patron, who is known to me only as Elmore.
RIP Babou. Keep on rockin. I laughed my ass off at your admission of the criticism in your previous Belgian recording session. Same time, that’s some real deal perseverance. World champion type stuff. Proud of you.
RIP Babou. Keep on rockin. I laughed my ass off at your admission of the criticism in your previous Belgian recording session. Same time, that’s some real deal perseverance. World champion type stuff. Proud of you.
Right on Mike! I appreciate your kind words a ton & am pumped for you to hear the album. Hope you're having a sweet summer !