well hell, here we are again. the ninth lentils “studio” album wherein the studio is just my tiny pink room again and everything is written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by me, luke csehak, an absolute control freak, except for one line i stole from billy mcshane (you kiss god with those lips?). more themes of mortality, redemption, the color green, and other slippery things guaranteed to make your sense of certainty in this world a little more slippery. relax, slippery is good. slippery is how we know we are wet and alive in the unprovable closeness of the moment.

but don’t take it from me. here, just set aside 39 minutes of your life and make a little nest for the slipperiness within you. let’s just see what it has to show you. It’s been waiting, biding its time, like a spider, to make a goon of this world of possible things, to make a tiny thing of the mind’s doubt so that it can just slip away off the wet stone of worldly cares and down the one river so that even the unpeeling knows and doesn’t know what we heard that night. was that a piano coming through the trees as we sat there waiting, on the edge of the forest? or was it a reflection of our waiting that our ears were not yet small enough to make sense of? and the flash of unknowing, i’m glad it never came up. some things you say just to know you said them. some things are like the skill of dew winning on the lips that have been been waiting, poised and still, all night for the right words.

it’s like a UFO the way a good song can hit you. but UFOs, no, I wouldn’t say they are slippery enough even to place the smallness i come from. where UFOs fear to tread, that’s where i build my waiting sound. like a spoiled spider i sit in my tiny pink room, in absolute awe of every note that happens upon my dusty web. it’s the slippery life for me, friends. sure, letting go is no guarantee, but it’s the best we got.