Del Fidelity

From Dunes camping with my favorite people and dogs in Chicago to witnessing a historic election win with my favorite people in Brooklyn to moonlighting as a precocious young witch, catching a Bedard hatty with my brother, cheering on two marathons, taking in a Shintaro Sakamoto show, and drinking roughly 1,000 beers, the good times are rolling (right over me)

My latest single “Saturn Returns” is live + half-dead on all streaming platforms. Time is surreal. Days are long and years flash by. People blur into one another. Accomplishments rust. Saturn is strict because he has to be. Otherwise what would we learn from such sleight-of-hand? Follow the cup that holds the ball. Follow it until there is no ball, no cup, no table. Only the hand that moves the memory of things. It’s all a game, and then it isn’t, and then it is again, if it is any consolation. The prize is a stuffed animal, an albatross gathering dust.
You win you lose, you lose you lose, it’s all loss. It’s the only way to move forward. I’ve seen Saturn by my side, I’ve seen Saturn opposing me. I’ve heard even Saturn is losing its rings, though it’s too far away for me to say for sure. But there are things I can say for sure. I hear them between the pauses of the music. I see them in the vacant phases of the moon.

All dogs go 2 heaven