Montreal was hit with a record breaking snowstorm yesterday. My grandfather sat with Buttons on his lap.
"I guess she has to settle for the old guy," he said. Sean would've been her first choice. As we left the house, a stray was trying, unsuccessfully, to sink her teeth into a frozen block of catfood on a porcelain dish.
It's Christmas and I'm faced with another marker of the passing of time. I arrived here for my birthday at the end of August. The air was thick and unbearably hot. Then the trees turned into flaming orange works of art. Robert flew across the ocean to see me. We biked down Monkland, passing ghoulish Halloween decorations that quickly turned into Christmas lights.
Happenings unfold in linear ways. A thin red thread linking everything. And it is this way because it isn't any other way.
So here it is- Trike’s final album.
Something we put everything into for almost a year. It was a cold day in Berlin when Stephen and I started working on this, it was a cold day in Montreal when we released it. So much has changed in so little time. This album meant everything to us, it’s difficult for me to listen to, but maybe you’ll enjoy it.
Mixing and mastering done by Matthew Golden (what a name!)
Written composed and performed by Stephen Taylor & Xania Keane
Featuring Björn Hochschild and Chloe Pedelabat-lartigau