Hedera: Decadent Juvenalia

My first album is ten years old, and we are all ten years older than ten years ago.

My first album Hedera came out 10 years ago. I need no further proof to relent to the passage of time. I felt old then and I feel older now. I was 21 then and and I'm 31 now. I lived in a closet back then, I live in a big house now. I used to be a night-owl, now I have a kid and a job. I still sleep on a mattress on the floor.

Who else has felt like Rimbaud only to wake up a decade later, an ivory trader on some distant coast? Time makes bastards of us all. I'm still working, but with temperance to my lust so I may live to be 40. I am not rich and several people rely on me for sustenance. Progress is the wormy apple of time.

I'm grateful to whoever made Hedera. These are the writings of a freshly mangled youth with a bunch of pirated software. Lots of weed, many friends. Friends and buildings are all that I remember, all getting sexier in strange and aging ways.

Humility. In the face of time which will bring me to my knees, thank you for not taking me yet, for not discouraging me more, for leaving me a shred of dignity—for the luck you've bestowed upon me, for making me an artist who is prone to doubt: thank you for leaving me hungry with memories of a feast.

Lastly, for art, which has convinced me that no matter what shit you’re in, a secret plane of reality will instruct you in strange and perfect ways; will become you so you can be free, for a while.

All of us pilgrims on the maiden voyage,

IV