Not the Jazz Guy
You know you’re getting old when ten years seems like just a winter or two ago. Or maybe it’s when you empty the dishwasher automatically. Not only without the brief thought of leaving it for later or for someone else to do, but also without thinking, “What a very grown up thing it is I’m doing.” But this really isn’t an album about that. It was recorded at the forever house in what by extension must be the very last Rubber Room. I left the mics in place and turned them on whenever I had some free time, mostly at night, throughout 2013. This album also has the somewhat dubious distinction of being the only collection of songs I’ve ever written and recorded sober. If nothing else, it made the recordings a bit more consistent, and the files themselves slightly easier to find.