Oh, hello. All by meself in the studio this week, following up a few shows with guests (some of them silent) over the past little bit. Time to wallow in my own filth. And by that, I mean a heaping helping of guitars that get gnarlier over the course of the show. What can I say, I like my guitars the way I like my complaints about the price of fast food…. steadily louder.

Come, take my hand, and together we’ll think about starting to smoke cigarettes. Grey Temples 2026… and forever!