I could be anywhere. Looking up at the sky, the clouds roll over, and the sun spills through the mountain passes as if they’re curtains keeping out an early morning sun. The sun feels warm in the early morning, the wind nodding the grass, and rustling candy wrappers rolling with the breeze. Sailing far above everything, with your fingers reaching into the wind, the mountains look more like craters, phosphorus indentations in the earth, and the sun is with you, at your level, burning your neck. Looking down, the water swells with passing boats, in rippling iridescent rainbows.
- Will Long, 2019
Recorded in 2018 - 2019
All music by Will Long
Cover photo by Dennis Cowals
Special thanks to Patrick Spatz and Terre Thaemlitz