Chromo Mountain, 1:30am

Driving through the American Southwest at night is an exercise in surrealism. In February of 2019 I made an album* of generally not very good and probably relatively unlistenable music. With the benefit of time, however, I see a clearer picture: a weekend spent making a core few songs, especially the ten and a half minute “Chromo Mountain, 1:30am” followed by a frenzied rush to fill in around it…