We’ve been restless as of late, lost in the tranquillity of Fourteen Island Lake, wrestling ethereal sounds into their new binary housings. There is a long road ahead: Cincinnati, Windsor, Toronto. There couldn’t be a better time to thread together hundreds of kilometres - we’ve ascended to a new state altogether, bursting at the seams with intangible creative force. A few precious days to play our hearts out; slaves to the yellow line.
