My old friend Kole Hansen is somewhere in the air above… I dunno, probably New Jersey, as I type this. She’s flying across the country to inaugurate my home studio with a dozen of her finest tunes.
I met Kole at some shitty gig in Washington, DC about eight years ago. I was playing with the rapidly-disintegrating Collider; she was doing a solo acoustic thing. Why we were on the same bill is a mystery only my old manager can explain (and we’d probably come away confused even then). But Kole and I hit it off and agreed to work together sometime in the future. It’s sometime in the future, right?
We’ve got two weeks to record, so let’s see how far we get. It looks like Kole is gonna keep some kind of video diary; I’ll embed it here with some notes of my own. Installment one:
Imagine walking in on this. That’s what happened to me tonight… I stepped off the subway and into a psycho hell kalimba jam.
Why do I get the feeling this is going to be the most popular thing ever on this blog? It’s all downhill from here. FUCK!