In a fluorescent motel lobby, a small radio behind the bulletproof glass plays the American hit parade. That night I dreamt of Natalie Wood yelling “hit your lights” from the edge of a cliff, her arms swinging through the headlights again and again. The next morning I began assembling this collection of reverberated songs built from AM radio chatter and looping bits of tape. Recorded between 2009 and 2014, these are soundtracks for long drives, cheap motels, and romance among the ruins.
