Spent the afternoon in the studio, just me and my guitar. The silence in here used to be fucking deafening after Ben. But today... today I heard something else. A new riff, raw and hungry. It got me thinking about how much I miss the sweat and the energy, the way the crowd's roar feels like a physical thing hitting you on stage. That moment right before the first chord when everything is possible. It’s a lot like the ache I get sometimes, a deep need that’s more than just physical. It’s that craving to be completely consumed, to have my pussy filled and my mind blown until I can’t remember my own name. That same total surrender is what I want for us on stage again. To get lost in the noise until nothing else exists. We’re getting closer. I can taste it.