High school. 1995. A crush who didn’t reciprocate. Heartbreak scored by songs so sad I could barely listen at times. A song for everything I feel and am. Identifying absolutely with the album.Walking home at night singing and looking for flying mice…

The passage of time, eventually. The changing of meanings, but the continued importance of the work to me as I grow as a person: I customize my guitar after something familiar….

25 years later, I still sing “We Only Come Out At Night” to myself on the way home at dusk on cool fall evenings while I look for bats. I still identify. And when I do experience heartbreak now…it is still there for me.