I’ve known Al Shipley for years. More than a decade, in fact. He’s always been a musician in my eyes but it’s still quite strange to record a record with a friend. Seeing his music through from ideas to fruition while still knowing him as a person I hang with outside of the studio. Al is also a well-respected music writer when he’s not making music. He’s written for Rolling Stone, The Fader, Stereogum, SPIN, Complex, and Pitchfork, to name a few. So I find it really hard to write about the musician who is a writer who writes about musicians.
That said, I think Al’s music speaks for itself. It’s exemplary of him both as a human being and that of a musician. Al is a musician who knows when to massage something and work it out or just abandon. I feel that is a true gift for a musician. This EP is a little darker than his last release, it’s about aging, illness and death. Please let the music speak for itself and enjoy.