Hey this probably sounds weird, but we want to mail you something for the holidays. It might even be extra special, we don’t really know yet. Send us your mailing address, and please put “Holiday Card” or “Seasons Greetings” in the subject line so it doesn’t get lost.
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Retreat; she follows the season down the coast Tired evasions, a fractured infant smile, and half her plans in code.
A red-branched blank stare But I’m prepared to break your path Every hand that you led beneath your sundress Defied and weakened But I know it’s cold, I will be careful And gone as fast as our hearts are slow I read your body like braille Soon the mistakes become so clear
When you stumbled into that simple town And found the only man you truly loved giving up
Your father in his favorite chair Now I’m choking meaning into my pseudo friends What you’ve ruined somehow beats you in the end
Excited for any upcoming releases? Any Reservoir dudes going to Fest? Is Reservoir playing Fest? When is Fest? Did it already happen? I am out of the loop.
- Yes indeed. Not sure what we’re supposed to talk about yet. One regular split, one four way split, one exclusive comp track, and a four song ep all in the pipeline from us. Updates soon, with any luck.
- Steven and I are going to Fest, yeah. Fest folk: let’s hang out. Also, I want to play your acoustic aftershow. It did not happen, it’s this upcoming week.
Do you think you'll lose or divide a lot of your fan base due to comparisons and expectations held with/from older material? I dig that SDF is an ever growing and changing thing but I just imagine it would be tiresome to have to deal with such a thing.
Probably. Maybe. Honestly I don’t care much either way. I’m here to make music I like, not hold the cock of a man child that needs “deeply personal DC influenced hardcore” to complete his sad, woman repellant cosplay.
People will listen, and they will catch on or they will fuck off. New listeners might leave, old listeners may come back. We will keep making things until indifference, incompetence, or death overtake us, whichever comes first.
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