At the beginning of the pandemic, I started saving songs to play my seedlings. I had visions of roof top gardens, sharing meals, community resilience, compassion in the face of adversity. Now my seedlings are dead, and bummer summer is in full bloom. We didn’t make it through how I expected, yet I’m still here listening to these sad bops. May your 2020 be the fertile shit that new visions sprout from.
Enjoy