Summer 2013 and a memory of Summer 2011, revisited again now, Summer 2015, to call the thought complete. An ache then for an ache prior, my isolation in California a time of reckoning with the first half of my 20s. Summer crept into my hooded sweatshirt and I kept my ears peeled, but the crickets would never envelop me, nor the cicadas, nor spring peepers. No sign of lightning bugs, no thunder. Nomad though I'd been, here was homesickness at last, that ache for the familiar anything. What I couldn't find, I wrung out through a guitar amplifier, shaking out a piece of home I didn't know I carried with me. This is summer's ghost, then: a memory of the sound of home from a great distance.
released May 24, 2015
[electric guitar/bass/insects/amphibian loops]
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