Sounds from the Basement

Justin and I went out to Hiawassee, Georgia, and turned a basement into a recording studio. Bare concrete, tangled cables, borrowed gear, and a space heater that worked about half the time. It wasn’t glamorous, but it felt like the right kind of blank slate.

We made an album called Good Day, split into three chapters: Good Morning, Good Afternoon, and Good Night. Each section has its own tone. Morning is light and tentative, afternoon stretches out with more fuzzy rhythm and movement, and night gets a little strange, a lot louder. It's meant to feel like the emotional shape of a full day.

We handled everything ourselves: writing, playing, singing, mixing, mastering. No outside producers, no timeline, just us chasing whatever felt right in the moment. Some songs came out quick, others took months of wrestling. A few were accidents that ended up as favorites.

It was a little chaotic and very fun. There were long days where nothing worked, and short nights where everything clicked. By the end, we had something that felt honest, loose, imperfect, and exactly what we wanted it to be.