I’ve pressed the button many times. The results are always different.
Théan and Jeff at the Red Herring in St. Andrews.
We arrived a few hours before soundcheck and played pool with one of the regulars, an old fisherman. At the end of the night he gave me his e-mail address: firstname.lastname@example.org. He was found washed up on the beach last year.
One of the places I recorded Amateur, in Grimsby.
My face, the day before I moved to Treviso. Cut grass.
Gabrielle at the apartment of flemish funk DJ, Harde Smart, in Gent.
We played with a metal band and slept in the hull of a boat that night.
Allyson looking out of the window of a cable-car in Halstatt.
The banana-holder prototype which lost me my job at Fabrica.
The banana-holder was symbolic of my attitude towards the European commercial design scene, which is actually why I got fired.
A street market in Naples. I miss crowds.
Michael’s legs and feet, and some trash, in Rotterdam.
Cedric, leaning on the hood of Gianna’s Volvo while eating a bag of chips after our show in Halifax.
A constellation of street signs at the intersection of my and Allyson’s first apartment in Montréal.
Pascal trying to sleep in an airport in Fredericton? Toronto?
A protective mother and her cubs in Igloolik.
John and Isobel’s old farm in North Rustico. See: “Joe the Crow, Rusticoville.”
White asparagus juice in Tainan, which caused me incredible digestive turmoil.
The studio where we recorded my album Juma, which is not yet released.