My great gram lost her free will to a turd bath and drank carbonate tequila in a sweatsuit while our nation ran its anthem. Her fingers were tied to her teeth when prom boi whistled past the 31 and was held down by Vladimir in green at the 32. As I held my hand to my heart and sang, and I imagined you saying, "Freedome is just a lie." There was the running back pinned down. There was the butchered bodies being examined for clues. There was the frat I would visit to be fed unwillingly a new rap song about a rolex fantassy. There was the elephant that forced us to dance.
This Secret Demo is a collection of demos I made in the summer on a shitty, but personable, 4-track recorder in a house of sorority and ex-sorority girls. They all inspired me to make these songs that made me think of Russia, though they were never cold to me. There has never been a better time to put artwork to the thought of Russia.