Julia played some vibraphone on the new record. Hard not to get carried away and put that beautiful sound on everything y’all.
October 28th, we arrived in Toronto and drove towards the studio. A small town outside Kingston, north of Syracuse, NY. Overpasses full of Canadians awaiting the funeral procession of Cpl Nathan Cirillo, a Canadian soldier shot and killed at the National War Memorial, began to appear over the highway. I wouldn’t say overt nationalism is a trademark of our home country, but this was a moving display that had us all silent in the bus. It crept into a song, that heavy feeling of both pride and symbolic dread.