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Such an incredible feeling to cross that line where I’m able to listen to songs in their proper album order after years of dreams and demos.

In my seemingly never-ending pursuit to make an album that is a radical departure from my previous work, I’ve struggled with capturing the true essence of the material I’ve written.

For nearly a decade, my crutch has been abundant layering, but this new material calls for rawness and austerity. With too much deliberation, it looses its sincerity and runs the risk of sounding masturbatory.

Every time I come close to achieving this raw, exciting sound, I find myself instinctively cluttering it until my original vision is a blur and the songs become little more than a parody of themselves. With each layer added, honesty and energy is withdrawn.

Consider the following metaphors:

1. A Painted Record: A meticulously crafted sound with liberal layering and every second accounted for.

2. A Photographed Record: A captured energy — a recorded moment in time, without manicuring. What you see is what you get and all you want.

If Claye is a painting, I would like MHC to be a photograph.

I could make a cool indie rock album, yeah, or I can make something interesting.

After recording nearly 70% of this album, I have come to the informed conclusion that I am ruining it and therefore must start over again.

Since releasing Claye in 2014, I have written two new records. I am proud of each. I have a third that I am excited to work on, as well.

But I have yet to successfully record any of it to a standard that I am happy with.

I truly hope to be over this technological hump shortly. I am moving full steam ahead and adore the patience of the few who have continued to follow the music side of my work over the past four years.

I have enough material for the next decade. I just have to figure out how to get it out of my head.

With love from New York City,

Dylan