hey joey.
I'm listening to your 5demos release on bandcamp right now.
damn.
I fuck with it.
no exaggeration. these are demos?? my guy...
rest in peace to the hard drive.
I remember in the beginning of the year, I had wanted to do a photo series that wouldn't end up happening (no surprise) for one reason or another. you were down for it though, despite me knowing that motivation I had would fizzle out. alongside that, the prospect of meeting you or any of the other parties that were interested face-to-face—especially when I learned you were based out in nyc. the only exposure I had to the city was dear taylor moving there last year on a whim.
but I had a little impulsive episode and found a deal. round-trip LAX to LGA for only $164. what the fuck? yeah I'm fucking taking that shit. mind you dawg, I have never flown. each time I got on the plane I had this anxiety in the back of my mind, this fear that I'm gonna get ritchie valens'd. didn't happen though. so now, we ball.
came in with no real plan. shoots truly put onto paper last minute like the one I did with rivkah on my first official day waking up in bushwick. I hit you up about it and you were down. 10/3/2025 we somehow made it happen.
finished the demos, playing them back again. and then back again. and despite the hard drive fucking up, it makes me excited on the new shit you're gonna make. blank slate. you'll make the most of it.
yo, am I missing out on tumblr? I've tried going back so many times, I just don't know how to even approach it. I remember scrolling down the dash in high school, seeing shit I vibed with, reblogging that shit. the only time I'd make a text post was when I was my depressed, opiate-"happy" emo-posting on that shit. but now, I'm older, know better, and got shit to say (whenever I ain't posting my own vibey shit).
like seriously, I'm seeing so many more people, including you, promoting their blogs. maybe it's the last vestiges of the old internet before the billionaires got into heavy censorship and keeping us in their echo chambers. guess it's time for the return.
we got the whole future ahead of us.
those words either put the weight of the world on your shoulders, or brings a freedom and peace.
I feel caught in between.
It gets hard, but we make the moves we need. and however much stress we put on ourselves, however many restless nights grinding it out—or indulging in the joy we cultivate, we're good. in the end, we're good.
my time in new york reminded me that. grateful for my time there, grateful to have crossed paths finally.
