The Escape Route
We all have these half-truths and little white lies. They’re part of the wall that shields us from reality. Mine began the day I started my label. Late June 1975.
Expectations can be a Hell. But we’re paid to meet them. And when you’re alone with no one left to ask, the questions fuck with your confidence. If you have any.
No matter the day. Or decade. Or era. No matter how far along I come on this path I’ve walked for nearly fifty years, there’s an unshakable certainty at the bench.
Sideways is best known as a film title. It’s also the way things go without warning. That’s why it’s important to have an escape route. You’re looking at mine.
All This By Hand