The air smells like sulfur and gasoline. This tall grass I’m standing on is heavily dewed, and my jeans have new grass stains. Whenever mother nature is able to do a custom tie-dye job, I let it happen. After all, every one of these sensations belong to her. Ninety degree weather doesn’t last all year round, so when it’s here I become a house plant for the Sahara; a coneflower. How does anything so sedentary become aware of itself? Don’t you need movement to discover weight and gravity? Zeal means nothing to coneflowers.

According to a few notebooks laying around my room, I’m in Vantage, Utah; flashing back to every summer. Heat and human energy aren’t gossiped about together enough. Love stories soaked in serendipity and violent tempers spark at heightened paces under this same sun. It’s 5:07AM, and I have a pile of comic books sitting at my feet in a Nissan Pathfinder. There’s a reason why nobody brings themselves to random parking lots to read comics at this hour. The math on this kind of activity simply does not check out. Really, the math on creating anything rarely ever checks out. Just look at us.

I’m awake for three days at a time plugging in notes, programming sounds, pressing piano keys, plucking strings, ignoring important things, jotting on loose-leaf paper, coordinating between friends, playing and wondering. Just thinking, “look at us”. Several years go by just like these three days. Nowadays, I'm under the impression that someone saw mother nature doing a custom tie-dye job and let it happen. Just look at us.

I hope you enjoy the album. ‘Joltjacket’ available everywhere now.

“Love is a fusion dance”

Sincerely,

Ehiorobo