Vodka

I just put up a demo for a song titled “Vodka”. This song was written on a walk home from a bar, by myself in the rain. I’ve never been so clear about a moment as I was then, completely trashed, and alone. All of my problems were being caused by me. I was to blame. It was as though I was carrying around a giant ball and chain of self-destruction. Looking out the window of my downtown apartment, Wells Fargo lit up and glowing through the rain, eyes trying to focus through the glaze, piano riff written through the drunken haze. The clearest moments of reflection come at the most surprising times.