CW97

When I finished Transparency, which I made in 2010 at age 34,* I decided it was my best album. I’ve never stopped feeling that way, even when I’m making something new I fully love. In the last few years it’s become apparent—mostly just from Bandcamp sales—that my listeners agree with me. Am I right? Did I somehow make Transparency my best album by thinking it, saying it?

*I remember being pummeled by a wave of depression and self-doubt while tracking a part on a white plastic recorder. Something about being ”old,” poor, “unknown.” I turned the recorder over in my hand. On the back was a tiny 34, my age. I was washed over with immediate relief, like my bad feelings and thoughts had just been switched off by a friendly power outside of me. Or like I was in the dark and a light switched on. Everything’s alright. I’m supposed to be doing this.