Pre-order for the album is available now. At the time it was a fictional story about losing myself and the quest to find the creative spirit again. I imagined myself driving around in a blue Subaru Brat, which has been my dream car ever since I was a little kid.
I would see them driving around my hometown, Brattleboro, Vermont, and I thought the name Brat had something to do with the town itself.
So I was driving this car around in my song cuz you can do whatever you want inside a song. A year and a half later and the album was done. I sent it to my good friend Em so she could take a listen.
She was in Vermont but her dreams had been telling her to go to New Mexico. She needed transportation for when she got there, so she was hunting around on Craigslist to find some dusty old high-desert gem she could zoom around in.
She sent me the ad. I immediately booked a flight out there, bought the car, and drove her back to LA in a blaze of romantic glory. Helping me along. As long as I had faith in it. Probably both and probably neither. But one thing is for certain: I love to dance. No less hooky than previous records, the new songs ditch the goofy rock-and-roll bacchanalia narratives of earlier records in favor of expansive arrangements, a diversity of instrumentation, and lyrics that straddle the fence between painful ruminations and reconnecting with that part of yourself that feels childlike and creative and not corroded by cynicism.
