Dear Zigs, Pete and Mike,

On Sunday morning, I wandered through the little town of Lititz in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, where I had been rehearsing with The Bad Seeds. The streets were wet and empty, and the sun had finally come out, making it feel like the world was emerging from a less complicated time. I found a place to eat called the Tomato Pie Café, ordered eggs and coffee, and gazed out the window at the cherry blossoms blazing in the sunlight. I thought –

By his breath, the skies became fair
And his hand pierced the gliding serpent
And these are but the outer fringes of his work

Then I walked up and down the main street again, this ordinary Sunday morning becoming beautiful as I listened to Cameron Winter’s startling, wigged-out album, Heavy Metal. A glorious, emotive voice with brilliant, blistering words, a racked and wondrous thing –

Today, I met who I’m gonna be from now on
And he’s a piece of shit.

Amazing. 

Love, Nick