Liner notes
I wrote these in the corner of a community-centre classroom with a borrowed guitar and a fan that never quite worked. I had my parents' xinyao cassettes in my head the whole time, those plain, honest campus melodies you could sing after hearing them once. I wanted every song to feel like an afternoon when the heat finally lets up and everyone drifts outside. We recorded it in a few days, mostly live, with the windows open, and you can hear the room if you listen closely. Thank you to everyone who passed it along to a friend.
Marigold Tan