• clothesline (demo)
  • alma inermis
  • when you love the same people... you love each other


my granddad’s wooden cars entwined, bud
the patio cracked all those times
and those cars rolled heavy down the bloodline 

my grandma hung it on the line
but the clothes were dry, so i resigned
and they don’t dry ‘less you dry my eyes, so 

close your eyes; you’re not alone
you’re not alone as long as someone’s home
cross my heart and hope to die
your eyes are in the yard so they can dry 

ol’ black walnut and power lines are mixed in, but
i’m on the boughs of blue skies
they yell from the ground that i might die 

ol’ sumter, are you in decline?
yet still you stand, as unmanned
as your light curls slowly ‘cross the coastline
and i’m found 

close your eyes; you’re not alone
you’re not alone as long as someone’s home
cross my heart and hope to die
your eyes are in the yard so they can dry

a new one from luke and me as of this week. 

this will appear (likely open) our upcoming ep. our goal with making this ep was that it had to be desperately sad. just, devastating. we’ve been working on it for 1 year now. though i’d hate to typecast myself as the guy who romanticizes how long it takes to record his records. but it’s like i always say, “you can’t not un-typecast yourself.”

the verses are a loose memoir(ish) of some strung-together snapshots from my grandparents’ backyard when i was little. it’s no longer there, but there was a clothesline between the huge blacktop slab where we played shuffle board and the tall trees. 

Interviewers describing meeting Sufjan Stevens is one of my favorite things

On the top floor of a desolate building in a dilapidated Brooklyn neighbourhood, a man in paint-splattered shorts and a Space Shuttle baseball cap is playing little runs up and down a piano and trilling, wordlessly, over the top, like a choirboy. (x)

He’s sitting on a blue plastic folding chair in Astoria Soundworks, a huge, anonymous recording facility in a quiet, residential Queens neighborhood. Stevens squirms when he talks, stretching himself out, then bunching up again, seemingly locked in an eternal struggle for comfort. (x)

We are in Stevens’s studio in Williamsburg, and outside, New York sends a blue light into these few small rooms with their wood floors and Oriental rugs. Stevens is wearing high-tops and a red baseball hat bearing the face of Animal from The Muppets. In person he is warm, approachable, startlingly eloquent. (x)

‘Hi, I’m Soof-yann,“ says Stevens unnecessarily as we meet at the door of his Brooklyn studio in mid-March. He looks, I should point out, in rude health, with the kind of upper-body tone and musculature that is unexpected or even excessive in an indie musician. He is smartly turned out, his dark hair tightly cropped. (x)

“I’ve grown up a lot in the past few years,” says the 39-year-old singer/songwriter, sitting in his modest office overlooking the East River on a sunny-yet-frigid day earlier this month. While somber life events and the stark new album certainly back this up, his look today does not; still boyish in a blue beanie, red sneakers, and a bright camouflage jacket, he could comfortably pass for a man 10 years younger. (x)

Sufjan Stevens is wearing two hats. A woolly blue number sits atop his green trucker cap, whose peak he has bent flush with his forehead, the goofy effect belying his 39 years. At one point when describing his sprawling approach to music, he has to stop himself from saying he wears a lot of hats. “I – accessorise a lot,” he says instead, laughing. (x)


1. Courtney Barnett, ‘Sometimes I Sit and Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit’

2. Sufjan Stevens, 'Carrie & Lowell’

3. Eskimeaux, 'O.K.’

4. Joan Shelley, 'Over And Even’

5. Torres, 'Sprinter’

6. Björk, 'Vulnicura’

7. SOAK, 'Before We Forgot How To Dream’

8. Ólafur Arnalds & Alice Sara Ott, 'The Chopin Project’

9. Girlpool, 'Before The World Was Big’

10. Ibeyi, 'Ibeyi’

Bob Boilen’s Top 10 Albums Of 2015


Just like last year, I thought it’d be fun to draw the covers from my favourite albums of the past 12 months

In no particular order
Sufjan Stevens - Carrie & Lowell
Carly Rae Jepsen - Emotion
Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp a Butterfly
Chastity Belt - Time to Go Home
Torres - Sprinter
Grimes - Art Angels
Courney Barnett - Sometimes I Sit and Think…
Joanna Newsom - Divers
Father John Misty - I Love You, Honeybear
Sleater Kinney - No Cities to Love


Last month I watched this amazing movie that changed my life. It’s called Bring It On Again. It’s a whole like franchise about cheerleading. The first one stars Kristen Dunst, I think? Or Kirsten Dunst, right? The second one doesn’t have anybody you would know. Straight to DVD or whatever. (x)