I couldn’t sleep last night, so I poured a drink, put on a record, and opened my notebook.
This happens every so often–I sit straight up in bed and feel compelled to make art. A few years back, I’d make collages or write poems. Stranded in the Midwest though, drawing has become the go-to form.
American Football’s LP3 is the perfect soundtrack for such late-night There’s a dreamy quality to this record that perfectly allows me to tap into something etherial, something a little bit beyond.