Even In the Desert, It Sometimes Rains

A few years ago, I drove across the country with someone I didn't know. We were two strangers trapped in a cramped Toyota Camry for five days-- both in a sort of existential place in our lives, in the midst of major life changes and still stinging from recent, painful break-ups. We spent a night in Las Vegas on the way and you couldn't choose two more perfect people to share a gaudy motel room in the desert on a rainy summer night.

This isn't a full demo, but it's a snippet of an idea I'm working on. The piano and "violins" are me, but the guitar is not. (It's just a loop.)



More to come.