I spent last summer at my childhood home in Maine: a wraparound lawn, green-shuttered farmhouse; Adirondack chairs on the porch; soft, creaky beds. The occasional car roars past, leaving a cloud of dust.
My wife had sent me a new Guild parlor guitar as a gift. I sat with it for a few hours each day under one of the oak trees in the yard, letting my fingers work out new patterns.
My hometown is changing. The old convenience store is going to be torn down; shopfronts are decorated with faux-nostalgic details, smoothing some of the town's rougher edges. A close friend from the area had recently died, and it was strange to see the town without him. He is a part of its history for me.
Colby Nathan helped me to make these abstract connections tangible. He had recently acquired a vintage reel-to-reel and set me up at his apartment in Portland's west end. I recorded these songs in his living room on a sunny afternoon: they are an imperfect artifact of a summer that slowly turned, like all good summers do.
released August 30, 2016
Produced by Colby Nathan
Artwork by Danny Jock
All songs written and performed by Timothy Cushing
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