This is it! The Free Fall high-res download!
And here are the mastered MP3s:
A slew of these demos span the last eight years, while the rest will eventually stretch a good distance into the future. Some are thought out with Chris Hansen at the helm. Others are modest fumblings, all-night wrestling matches with GarageBand and pitch-black, cold coffee. Simply, the Fawns are everything thatβs out of reach. Silhouettes Iβve loved, apparitions Iβve lionized from the corner of my eye. Mostly, they are, were and will always be an ideal. Wildness, willingness, innocence and knowledge. Pure energy. These are the relentless visions that keep forcing me back to my guitar and in an attempt to connect with the rest of the world.
Right after we finished mixing Last Light, I had a songwriting frenzy that lasted roughly a year. I could write a complete song at any time. Buying juice at the bodega β songs. Half asleep and regretting a day of badly volleyed sentences β songs. The music overtook me to the point that I felt truly mad. I had a hard time thinking without hearing instruments scoring my thoughts. (And now, of course, I fully miss those droning days.)
After Measure, we were regarded as a drowsy musical troupe. (We sat when we performed. We had a small, sardonic string section. We were lumped in with a world of mope-rock, of wistful hand-wringers and wannabe whalers.) While I love a proper siesta and silence works wonders for my sanity, I mostly want to rock. Even if itβs just a porch swing, or a chaste roll in the hay. I always want the experience to be intense. So I wrote and recorded I Thought You Were Sleeping β mostly as an attempt to point and laugh at my longtime foe, myself.