Cats out of the bag friends. I have a new EP set to release next month. It's called Almira.
A couple of summers back I was touring through Eastern Washington when I accidentally discovered the little town my mom had grown up in called Almira, Washington. I took the exit and drove through the town on accident before I realized I had. It's a little dying farm town that remembers better times, railroads, barn dances, hot summer nights when the farms were one hundred acres instead of ten thousand and horses and plows instead of tractors that look like Star Wars mechanisms. There's an old barn there, next to the high school where every class of Almira High School wrote their graduation year on the side of the barn in colored paint. I sat there for a while until I found my mom's year, I imagined the little class of farm kids leaving their mark upon the world at the closing of the great opening chapter of their lives. I realized that growing up is a process of encountering the discrepancies of your earlier imaginations. I had always assumed that one day I would come back to Almira with my mom, and she would tell me about the town. Instead, I came back when she was gone, and it was the town telling me about her.