A letter to my younger self.
songs
Musing about corporations, arm-twisting, acquiescence, and loyalty oaths.
Baby, it’s cold outside.
A New Year dream.
A simple song about a simple but radical feeling.
This song is written to my better self, the one that shows up and takes things lightly and doesn’t catastrophize and generally acts like an adult.
My town does a bang-up Krampusnacht. That was last year. The rest of this is my own fault.
I wrote this on the Fall Equinox to celebrate my tradition of not shaving for the seasons of astronomical Fall and Winter.
