On Making Music in Los Angeles

There is a specific quality of light that Los Angeles. Not darkness exactly — more like the city breathing. The windows of distant apartments. The hum of the freeway becoming a kind of music.

This is when we write.

We've tried mornings. Afternoons even. But something about the nocturnal hours strips away the performance of making music and leaves only the making. Abie will sit at the keyboard, playing something that has no name yet. Fernanda will be in the corner, a notebook open, not writing anything — just listening.

This is how all our songs begin. As listenings.