||Don't Leave +1
||Every word we say is true, and they all say don't leave.|
||"New Theories of How We Know"
||New Theories of How We Know +1
||The air when the catacombs open, the starlight expiring, your ships on the shore.|
||"The Weight of Accumulated Sky"
||Self-referential postscript of the week: A quick, nervous, tenous, arpeggiator wreck that turned out better than I expected, but I try to expect nothing at all.|
||Surrogate Centuries +1
||This is still me. Arguably even more me than usual.|
||Calculated Remorse +1
||And my own last frayed song for the year.|
||Aedliga is me, and this is my new song, composed by both choice and logistical necessity in my usual studio aboard an Icelandair flight a few days ago, and sung in a stranger's apartment in Stockholm in a race to get usable tracks in few enough takes that the neighbors I don't know don't come over to introduce themselves and tell me what Max Martin would have done.|
||"Helva M3 (An Audit Will Show Your Guilt)"
||The Format of the Air 4
||And my new thing, which has one song on which I sing, and three on which I don't.|
||And of course you've all been waiting for MY OWN NEW SONG! Here it is.|
||"Futility Has Its Limits"
||My new song.|
||"No Modes Left"
||No Modes Left +1
||But if you listen to only one thing this week, instead of 1800 bands in Austin, of course it should be MY NEW SINGLE! And the b-side!|