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Evenings - Week 2


Residency is a two-part journal entry brought to you by one of our favorite creatives.

This week, the Virginia-based artist Evenings talks about the second half of his recent road trip through the states.

After we left Austin we drove up towards Dallas because James has family there. We stayed at his brother’s house for about three days before deciding that we wanted to begin to head west, and eventually land in New Mexico for a few days. In Dallas we had basically just been hanging out with their dog, Mr. Puggles, and riding bikes around the neighborhood the whole time.

We got a late start on the day we decided to leave, so our first stop was a little state park called Lake Mineral Wells about an hour and half outside Dallas. We set up camp, cooked, then went swimming in the lake.


When we woke up the next day we set a course for Palo Duro Canyon, a state park and reserve in West Texas. We planned on it being our last stop in the state. Five hours later we were there. It had been hot the whole trip, but this place was no joke. The temperature gauge in the car read 109° F. We parked the car and walked into the welcome center to get some lunch. After we ordered, some sunburnt girl ran into the building and said that her friend had passed out on a hike. The guy in charge asked if she was actually serious because the girl was giggling as if it was hilarious. He then called a few rangers to find the girl, and hydrate her immediately. We finished our food, bought a few gallons of water, and went to find a camp site.


Palo Duro was a very interesting looking place. Growing up on the East coast I’m used to a very lush landscape, filled with green things. This was much different. The landscape was a burnt umber, and reminded me of something from a Clint Eastwood movie. We chose a campsite down in the canyon, and began setting up for the night. Afterwards we decided to go hike up onto one of the ridges to see what the view looked like from up there. I brought a couple cameras, and took a few photos. At this point in the trip I really felt like I was gone.



The landscape was very different from anything I’d seen before. We went back to the camp and ate again. James had bought a travel sized chess board, so we played some chess and wondered what New Mexico would be like.

One thing that I really liked about sleeping outside was that my sleep cycle improved dramatically. I basically just slept when it was dark and woke when the sun came up. We were getting up around 6:30 a.m. every morning. We went for another hike that morning, then decided to pack up the camp and get on the road for a day of driving. We had about another five hours to go before we made it into New Mexico as Texas is a huge-ass state. It would be dope if Texas was its own country. I think they should secede. On the drive we eventually started to notice our altitude increasing, and we began to see greener looking vegetation again. We went up and up. Before long we were in the mountains of New Mexico. James was stoked. He didn’t really get down with Texas.


I didn’t really know what to expect from New Mexico. I was surprised at how beautiful it was. Eventually we came to a visitor center and stopped to ask for directions to the nearest campsite. The elderly guy working gave me a map and told me that I was in the town of Angel Fire in an area of New Mexico called the Enchanted Circle. This dude was kinda spooking me out. He let me know that the closest open camping was probably in a little town called Red River, about a half hour away. Eventually we made it into Red River and set up camp in the woods. Our plan for the next day was to head into the Taos Ski Valley and to summit Wheeler peak, the highest peak in New Mexico, in the southern Rocky Mountains.

We woke the next day, ate, filled our packs with water, food, hatchets, and a fire starter, then headed to the base of the mountain. The hike was about eight miles up hill, so we started at around 8 a.m. and planned to be back sometime that night. This hike kicked my ass. I probably drank two gallons of water before we reached the top. At around 12,000 feet we began to hear thunder, and it started to rain. It turns out being 12,000 feet about sea level in a thunderstorm is a bad idea. In all fairness, the weather forecast for the day was clear. We turned around and began our descent in order to avoid being struck by lightning. When we finally reached the bottom of the mountain I was too exhausted to speak. Something felt off. We returned to camp and I ate some noodles before passing out at around 4 p.m. I woke early in the morning, and my neck felt itchy. Mosquitos had become a very standard occurrence on this trip, especially the part of my body that was exposed when I was sleeping. So I reached over and felt the side of my collarbone. There were a large amount of itchy welts there. I slowly moved my hand down and noticed that the welts did not seem to be ending. Begrudgingly, I opened my eyes. When I unzipped my sleeping bag and looked at my torso in the morning light, I nearly fainted… My forearms, my thighs, my whole body was covered in red spots. Even my eyes were difficult to keep open. I reached down and pulled something round and green from the inside of my knee.

“is this a tick?!”

“…it doesn’t look like a tick. it’s green.”


I grabbed a shirt, a pair of shorts, unzipped the tent and walked over to where the car was parked. I examined my face in the side mirror. I looked terrifying. My eyes were swollen, and my forehead was reddish purple. I waited about a half hour, then I woke up James.

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

He took one look at me, and didn’t ask many questions. We got in the car and drove into town. The only place nearby was a small doctor’s office. The population of Red River is 482. The office was closed until 9 a.m. so we walked around town, and went into a couple of gift shops. I felt like Frankenstein’s fucking monster. Anyway, I bought a Red River T-shirt. Not that I was ever going to forget this place. Finally 9 a.m. rolled around and I walked into the doctor’s office. The receptionist told me I had to fill out a couple forms, so I did, and then she asked me what was wrong.

“Uh. I have hives all over my body.”

She gave me a look like, “Oh shit. Yeah… You do.”

About ten minutes later I went into see the doctor. I told her about the hike, and about the green thing on the back of my knee. She pulled out a giant syringe full of steroids and stuck it in my arm. Then she gave me a prescription for a very powerful antibiotic, and let me know that the ticks closer to the West coast don’t usually carry Lyme disease, but she didn’t want to take any chances. I thanked her and then walked out into the waiting room where James was reading a book.

“Let’s go to Colorado,” he said.

We got in the car and nope’d the fuck out of the “Enchanted Circle.” Peace.

After a few hours in the car my skin had started to go back to normal. We set a course for Great Sand Dunes National Park in Colorado. It’s hard to put into words what this place is like. It’s surreal. Just look at it.



It’s an enormous set of sand dunes (the tallest in America) surrounded by an enormous set of mountains. According to Wikipedia:

The dunes were formed from sand and soil deposits of the Rio Grande and its tributaries, flowing through the San Luis Valley. Over the ages, glaciers feeding the river and the vast lake that existed upon the valley melted, and the waters evaporated. Westerly winds picked up sand particles from the lake and river flood plain. As the wind lost power before crossing the Sangre de Cristo Range, the sand was deposited on the east edge of the valley. This process continues, and the dunes are slowly growing. The wind changes the shape of the dunes daily.

We set up camp, hiked around, then went to get some food. My spots had basically faded at that point. I can’t remember what I ordered, but I remember that James ordered some type of lasagna thing. I didn’t think much about it until later that night. I woke up to the tent being violently unzipped. James ran out and immediately puked everywhere. What the hell was going on with us? I wake up looking like a Dalmatian, and James gets food poisoning all in less than 24 hours…? We spent the whole next day hanging around the camp as it rained. I popped antibiotics, and started re-reading Dune by Frank Herbert because it seemed really appropriate. James started feeling better during the afternoon so we hiked around. We probably spent a week at the Great Sand Dunes. It was such a wild looking place. But eventually we decided to move on. We got gas and headed north to Boulder.

Boulder is great. It’s a little crunchy and expensive, but people are nice, marijuana is legal, and it’s right at the base of the rocky mountains, about 45 minutes from Denver. I don’t have many crazy stories about Boulder. I really enjoyed myself there. It was relaxing. It’s a cozy little mountain town. We stayed there for a couple of days then headed into Nederland, CO before finally landing in Rocky Mountain National Park. In Nederland I became accustomed to seeing hippies dressed like wizards. Some of them even had staffs, no joke. They weren’t fucking around.

The night that we drove from Nederland into Estes Park. We sort of got lost on the way, mostly because we were (literally) really high. It was July by then and we were driving through snow on top of these 14,000 foot mountains. It was hard to get our bearings. After a few hours we came to a camp sight surrounded by elk. Some guy flashed his lights at us as we rolled up, then we almost smashed into a fucking gigantic moose standing on the side of the road. The mountains are spooky. We set up camp while these elk stared at us, then went to sleep. When we woke up the elk were still just chilling, eating grass outside the tent. We went hiking.



After a few days we decided to descend from the mountains and head into Utah.

Utah is orange. Look:


It’s also filled with mormon people who are exceedingly polite.


We rolled through Arches National Park, then got to Zion. The next day we hiked this rock formation called Angels Landing, and camped next to this group of Czech girls that were traveling cross country in the opposite direction. It was too damn hot, and we were getting tired of being in the desert so we got in the car and headed even further west the next day. Eventually we came the hellish city of Las Vegas. Neither of us had ever been so we stopped and decided to go to gamble in the Bellagio. I lost $70 in about 15 seconds playing craps. I won $30 back in black jack. James played one hand in Craps and won $76. Then we left. Everyone in those casinos is creepy as shit. We probably spent three hours in Vegas.

We camped in the middle of dessert in Nevada for one night, then started driving to Los Angeles.

Somewhere along the way we hit the Grand Canyon in Arizona and camped for a couple days. We got bored so we rented some mules to ride around for a little while. My mule’s name was Suds. He was dirty as hell.

So anyway, we eventually made it into Los Angeles. We stayed in LA for a while, basically just skating every day. We spent the majority of our time in the valley, Venice, and Rancho Cucamonga (where we were staying with our bud, Paul).

After a while I actually got tired of the beautiful weather, and wished it would fucking rain. At that point we knew it was time to head north into Yosemite. I can’t begin to explain how this place looks either. Look:



Places like this are almost frustratingly beautiful. I would stare at this impossible sight, unable to fully comprehend the magnitude of what I was seeing. Every morning I would unzip the tent and just stare at it.

We stayed in Yosemite for about a week before continuing to San Francisco and Oakland. We drove up and got a camp spot somewhere near Berkeley, and unpacked all the stuff, set up the tent, and unrolled our sleeping bags. I laid there in the foggy dark reading an Alan Watts book with a headlamp. The book was about Japanese Zen and Chinese Taoism. At times it became rather dense so I’d have to set the book down to simply think before returning to the page. I wondered if this trip had changed me at all. Either way It felt good to have barely opened my laptop in two months. I was about to go to sleep when I came to a passage that felt important in that moment:

I was sitting one night by the fire, trying to make out what was the right attitude of mind for meditation as it is practiced in Hindu and Buddhist disciplines. It seemed to me that several attitudes were possible, but as they appeared mutually exclusive and contradictory I was trying to fit them into one—all to no purpose. Finally, in sheer disgust, I decided to reject them all and to have no special attitude of mind whatsoever. In the force of throwing them away it seemed that I threw myself away as well, for quite suddenly the weight of my own body disappeared. I felt that I owned nothing, not even a self, and that nothing owned me. The whole world became as transparent and unobstructed as my own mind; the “problem of life” simply ceased to exist, and for about eighteen hours I and everything around me felt like the wind blowing across a field on an autumn day.

I set the book down and fell asleep.

Read Evenings’ first entry here.

Monthly Mix

November 2014


Monthly Mixes highlight our favorite tracks of the month in one place.


[00:00] Holly Waxwing – “Chalant”
[03:45] Giraffage – “Tell Me”
[07:30] Nao ft. Abhi//Dijon – “Adore You”
[10:55] Silk Rhodes – “Realtime”
[13:15] Thrupence – “Silk”
[16:10] Mister Lies – “Pills”
[21:12] Julian Earle – “The Boy”
[25:14] Dustin Wong & Takako Minekawa
[31:05] Mitski – “Townie”
[34:16] Anti Pony – “Cry On The Floor”

Illustration by Laurent Hrybyk.


Evenings - Week 1


Residency is a two-part journal entry brought to you by one of our favorite creatives.

This week, the Virginia-based artist Evenings talks about his adventures in the South on the first leg of his recent road trip.


I’m American. I was born in Charlottesville, Virginia. However, I had only seen a few of the major States before the summer of 2013 when I was 23 years old. By this time I had spent time living in France, and had trekked all over Europe and Australia. So I was frustrated that I was born and raised in the U.S., but I had only seen around 15 States. I was also (and still am) worried about the future of the U.S., so I felt that I if I was ever going to see the rest of the country (for leisure, not touring), I had better do it sooner rather than later.

I had been living in Harlem, NY when I decided to go on this trip. I was able to save a decent amount of money, and my friend decided to quit his job and go with me. He was living in Virginia, so I moved all of my things from Harlem down to Virginia. Then we packed his Honda Civic (we didn’t have a van) full of clothes, our bags, cameras, skateboards, a three-person tent, and all of our other shit, and we said goodbye to our families left indefinitely.



Our first stop was Mount Rogers in Virginia. We figured we’d stop there for a night before continuing onto Tennessee. It would also give us a chance to get accustomed to sleeping outdoors.


Once we got to the camp site we parked the car, and got out to look around. Before we had a chance to get our bearings we saw a golf cart driving up the path towards us with a dog, attached to it by a leash, running beside it. The man driving, who we later found out was the groundskeeper, stopped the cart and told us that we were parked in a handicap spot.

“Y’alls generation don’t look no further than this.” He held his hand about an inch from his face. James and I looked at each other but didn’t really say anything. The man apologized and proceeded to tell us about his time in Vietnam, and how the military pays for his Hydrocodone. Hydrocodone fucks you up, and this dude looked just that—fucked up. Suddenly the dog tied to the golf cart made perfect sense. We kept talking with this guy, and it started to rain. He seemed to warm up to us after a few minutes, and eventually he offered us some of his fire-starter to use in the rain. We set up camp, started a fire, and eventually fell asleep.



When we woke up we decided we had to get the hell out of Virginia.


We packed up the car, said bye to the crazy guy in the golf cart and his dog, Hank, took this goofy ass photo of ourselves, and got on the road.


For some reason we decided we didn’t really want to spend the night sleeping in Tennessee or Arkansas. We agreed that we were going to try to drive from Mount Rogers, Virginia, to Austin, Texas, in one day. I know a girl that lives there, and it seemed like a good spot to spend a few days. It took us forever to get through Tennessee. We stopped at a gas station and a rest stop to pick up some water and use the bathroom. I think James might have snapped into a Slim Jim. But we didn’t stick around long. We had both spent time in Tennessee before, and if we were going to get to Texas, we had to put the scoot on. Five hours later we were in Arkansas. We both were feeling pretty horrible. We chalked it up to being hungry, so we stopped at a Mexican restaurant… in Arkansas. Now if I could give any piece of advice as to what not to do in Arkansas, it would be eating Mexican food. I got some type of chalupa or something that turned out to be a modest, spicy, green-slop filled tortilla thing. To make a long story short, it looked the same going in as it did coming out. We got the hell out of that restaurant after we annihilated their restroom.


This is the only picture i have from Arkansas (taken on my phone):


We got back on the road and drove for what seemed like forever. I started seeing signs for towns that sounded like a 12-year-old made them up. For instance, “Arkadelphia” & “Texarkana” stand out in my head. Soon I fell asleep in the car, and I awoke to James shaking me. “We’re getting pulled over.” I was too tired to really care. It was about 4 a.m., and we were, in fact, inside the border of Texas, so I felt like we had won. The cop knocked on James’s window, and he rolled it down. “Y’all movin?” He asked after seeing the giant pile of shit in the back seat. (“We were until you stopped us,” I thought.)

“No, we’re just going on a trip.”

“Well, I’m stopping y’all cuz you were goin’ 80 in a 75, and there is a zero tolerance policy in Texas,” he said. James sighed.

The cop let us off after shining his flashlight in our faces a few times. We were about half an hour outside of Austin when we decided to stop at a rest area and sleep in the car. We both kinda felt like we were gonna die, but at least we made it out of Arkansas.




When I woke up in the car I had kinda forgotten where the fuck I was. I kinda expected to be waking up in my bed in at home. I saw the rest area outside of the car and remembered that we were in Texas. James had been to Texas before. It was my first time. It was only about 8 a.m. The sun had woken me up. I got out of the car and did some I-just-drove-1,200-miles yoga, and soon I felt a lot better than I had in Arkansas. It was hot as shit in Texas, but I tend to like that kind of weather. Before long we got on the road again, and drove the remaining half hour to Austin.

Austin is nice. I really enjoyed being there. People are generally rather laid back. I think it has something to do with it being too god damn hot for most people to cause any trouble. I’m half black and I got sunburned. We walked around Austin for a few hours. Initially, I couldn’t get in touch with the girl I know who lived there, so we went searching for another camp site. We found a spot called Mckinney Falls State Park, and set up all of our shit. I washed my hair and feet under the water spout, then walked around and took photos with some film.





James and I cooked something on the fire, and then called it a night. Eventually I got in touch with my friend from Austin, and I made plans to meet her the next day.


Once we woke up we drove into the city to meet my friend. She had just gotten off of work and she said there was some “skate demo” going on nearby where her friends were headed. James and I had been skating since we were about 12. That’s how we met each other in the first place. We thought it would be some demo by a local skate shop in Austin (which would have been fine with us). We were wrong. It happened to be June 21st, “Go Skateboarding Day.” When we showed up at the park there were hundreds of people there. It was demo by Emerica. I started noticing skaters that I had only seen in movies and video games. Shit was strange. Anyway, after the demo there was an event where we and the hundreds of other skaters got to take over the city, if you will. We got to skate through the streets in a huge fucking mob at skate spots that you’d usually get kicked out of within minutes (it was all police sanctioned!). I was about to loose my mind, skating down the street on a random summer day in Texas with Andrew Reynolds and Leo Romero and Bryan Herman and Atiba Jefferson. Austin was making a very good impression on me.

After “Wild in the Streets” we went by a local market and picked up a bunch of food to cook, then went down to the river. We had some drinks, “BBQ’d,” and my friend introduced us to her Texas friends. Everyone I met was super nice, laid back, and honestly funny. I felt completely comfortable. Everyone in Austin was really cool.


After hanging there for a few hours my friend recommended that we go see a view of Austin from Pennybacker Bridge, a.k.a. 360 Bridge. James seemed to be enjoying himself just fine at the house, so I got in her car and headed up there.


We sat up there on a rock face, looking at the bridge for a while, then we headed back to her place. The next morning James picked me up, and we felt like it was time to get back on the road. We had hours of flat Texas to look at before we made it into New Mexico. I thanked my friend, and then we were off.

Evenings’ new EP, Gardener, is out now via his Bandcamp.

Artist Mix



Artist Mixes are an ongoing series of mixtapes curated by some of our favorite musicians.

This month, the Brooklyn-based singer-songwriter Mitski shares a personal playlist originally made for her significant other of the past. Read a note from the artist below.

This was the first mix CD I ever made for my beau, years ago, when we were first getting to know each other. It’s a mix between showing my hand a little bit and making sure I don’t go off the deep end and scare them off. Though now looking at the track listing, I can tell I was already in too deep. I like to think this mix is what won them over, because otherwise I’m a bit of a pain to date. Actually, it almost feels wrong that I’m sharing this with you. This is our thing. Don’t look.


[00:30] • Facing New York – “Cops on Bikes”
[04:47] • Ida Maria – “I Like You So Much Better When You’re Naked”
[07:55] • Pens – “You Only Love Me When I Tell You I’m Wrong”
[11:03] • Danielson – “Headz In the Cloudz”
[15:43] • Betty Carter – “Call Me Darling”
[19:32] • Bombay Bicycle Club – “Dust On the Ground”
[23:52] • The Blue Hearts – “Linda Linda”
[26:36] • Björk – “Pagan Poetry”
[31:34] • We Were Promised Jetpacks – “Quiet Little Voices”
[35:46] • Sparks – “Angst In My Pants”
[39:08] • Mitoka Samba – “De Noite Na Cama”
[40:34] • Chatmonchy – “Shangrila”
[43:42] • Deerhoof – “Super Duper Rescue Heads!”
[46:08] • Shiina Ringo – “Kuki”
[49:56] • Perfume Genius – “Hood”
[57:12] • Mongol 800 – “Chiisa na Koi no Uta”

Read our reflection of Mitski’s debut album, Bury Me at Makeout Creek, here.


Kero Kero Bonito - Week 2


Residency is a two-part journal entry brought to you by one of our favorite creatives.

This week, read London-based trio Kero Kero Bonito‘s surreal short story about a trio who decides to build a town.

Sarah kept stacking bricks until she had constructed a whole two-story house with a glowing pink façade. She even made a little back garden filled with an array of tropical flowers, surrounded by a white picket fence. She climbed atop her creation and stuck in the final piece—a flag. She looked down at Gus, Jamie and the old man and shouted at them.


The old man’s eyes expanded in astonishment. “Wha… How on earth did you do that?” Gus looked around at him.

“Are you surprised?” he asked. “She’d beat you at any game.” The old man ignored him.

“This is remarkable. You’ve achieved in ten seconds what I couldn’t in 25 years. At last, there is something fun in this place. How can I ever repay you?”

“I’m OK tha—” Sarah started to respond, but before she could finish she was hit in the face by a flying black jumper.

“Take this. It’s been in my family for generations. My great-great-great grandmother knitted it, but you deserve it.”

Sarah unravelled the jumper. The pink writing on the front read: “Fun Is the New Cool.”

“But I have to ask,” the old man continued. “How did you do it?”

“It’s easy. We all like to go places right?”

“Yes, absolutely! It’s one of life’s great pleasures!”

“Then pick your favorite and build it up!”

The old man stepped into the house, and Sarah came down. She crouched frowning.

“Sarah, what’s up?” Jamie asked. “That was amazing!”

“Hmm… Dancing’s better when you’re with someone,” Sarah sighed.

“This house is kind of bleak actually,” said Gus.

“Well, we’ve seen how you do it, why don’t we just make some more stuff?” Sarah looked up. “If we build a whole town, we can hang out with everyone.”

Jamie clicked his fingers. “Yeeesss! Mate, we can build anything!”

The trio set to work. They started with the basics—an airport, a theme park and a karaoke bar. Before long, they had laid down the foundations of a medium-sized town, complete with roads, parks and a functioning sewage system. It looked marvellous, and they knew everyone would want to come and visit. As Gus finished a bench, Sarah was struck by a thought.

“We should build a sonar system into this bench. That way, people can see what’s going on out of town while they sit down.”

They all agreed it was a splendid idea, and promptly built the finest sonar device ever conceived by mankind. Once they had fixed it to the bench, they paused for a moment. Suddenly, Sarah violently kicked the bench. It smashed into hundreds of little pieces.

“This is getting boring,” Sarah explained.

“I like building, but we’re taking this too seriously.”

Jamie nodded.

“She’s right, y’know. We went on a journey to have fun, not to build public infrastructure.”

“Yeah, true,” Gus replied, looking around at the town they had just built. “But let’s not just leave it. I’ve got an idea. Let me go and get that old guy.”

Gus knocked on the door of Sarah’s house. The old man answered.

“Ah yes, I thought it might be you! Come in!”

“Old man, right, you’re not gonna like the sound of this, but trust me. Can you try kicking your house down?”

The old man looked aghast.

“After all you’ve done? That would be total insanity! Are you mad?”

“Maybe. But I think it might be what you’re looking for.”

The old man began to close the door. Gus grabbed his arm.

“Wait! You didn’t believe Sarah, but if it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t even have this house. Trust me.”

The old man walked out and faced the house. He kicked it feebly. Nothing happened. Sarah jumped in.

“No, you’ve got to do it properly. Kick it harder!”

With all the strength he could muster, the old man raised his leg behind him, and smacked his foot into the wall as hard as possible. A crack appeared in the bricks. Then, the house collapsed with a mighty crunch.

“You know what?” the old man laughed, “That was the most fun I’ve had in my whole life!”

The four of them ran around the whole town, kicking down everything they had built. The brick explosions rang out across the plain. Once they had smashed everything in sight, they all left the town, and walked up the first hill they came across. Once they reached the top, they sat down and admired the view—they could see for miles. From a distance, the piles of bricks became multi-coloured puddles of sludge. Gus looked at his watch.

“You know, now we’ve got nothing, I think our journey is complete.”

“But we’ve got to turn our life around,” Jamie answered.

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed Sarah.

“What are we doing? We’re meant to be recording our next album!”

They got up and went home.

Read Kero Kero Bonito’s first entry here.


Kero Kero Bonito - Week 1


Residency is a two-part journal entry brought to you by one of our favorite creatives.

This week, read London-based trio Kero Kero Bonito‘s surreal short story about a quest for the perfect hangout.

One day, Sarah, Gus and Jamie were very hungry and had nothing else to do, so they went to find some special supermarket deals. They regularly bought cake, jelly and ice cream there, and they knew the aisles by heart.

“This is so boring!” exclaimed Sarah. “I wish I could fly away—everybody knows my name!”

Jamie agreed. “I’d rather sleep than stay awake… walking around here.” They stopped quoting their own song lyrics at themselves and pondered. Gus chipped in.

“There must be somewhere else we can go! Sarah, you’ve seen the world right? Where do you recommend?”

“I’d like to find somewhere new, to be honest. Like a forest!”

“Well, I Google ‘cool forest’ all the time and I get no results.” Jamie explained. “I think we’re gonna have to find one ourselves.” Gus nodded.

“Well, that’s it then. Let’s not go dancing, but exploring tomorrow instead. We’ll find a new hangout.”

“Yaaay!” Sarah shouted, turning the grey shoppers’ heads. She swiped her dragon fruit matcha at the self-checkout and they hurried out of the supermarket. They couldn’t miss the bus—it doesn’t come much.

That night, while the trio were fast asleep, something very peculiar happened. A great frog, made out of bright green bricks, visited them all in their dreams. He said only one sentence in a booming baritone.

“Always put your best foot forward.”

Sarah, Gus and Jamie set off the very next day. They climbed mountains, sailed oceans and endured deserts. They learnt subway maps, heard rap in a hundred different languages and analyzed the subtleties of far-flung convenience stores. They still couldn’t find the perfect hangout though.

After months of exploration, they found themselves in the middle of a barren plain, completely featureless apart from some hills peeking out of the misty blue horizon. Suddenly, Gus’s knees crumpled to the earth.

“This is wack. I’m so tired and we still haven’t found it. Camping SUCKS!”

They stopped. Jamie calmly surveyed the scene. His eagle eyes caught a speck in the distance.

“Yeah alright man. I think that might be something there you know.”
After walking a little more, Jamie became animated. “That actually looks like a person, just standing there. And there’s some stuff next to him, but I’m not sure. I reckon we should have a look. I’ve got a good feeling.”

Eventually, all three could clearly make out a man in a suit with a bowler hat, leaning on a cane. Beside him was a huge pile of bricks, of all shapes and sizes, in every colour of the rainbow. He remained perfectly still until they were so close they could count the wrinkles in his forehead.

“So how did you three make it out here?” he asked with a deep, educated voice.

“We’re looking for somewhere fun,” Sarah replied. “Do you know anywhere?”

“Not around here. I’m having some trouble with that myself…” Gus and Jamie stared at the man. Sarah’s eyes twinkled.

“I know, fun places are hard to find right?”

“Well, I was going to make my own, but I’ve been having some trouble…” He sighed, which seemed to energize Sarah.

“Why can’t you build?” she asked, tilting her head. The man gestured towards the pile of bricks.

“I just can’t get these to fit together!” said the man, laughing with frustration. Sarah looked cross.

“Mmm… your problem is that you’re not putting them together properly! Use your imagination!” Jamie and Gus, for all their curiosity, had no idea what Sarah was talking about.

“Well, dear, don’t you think I’ve tried that?” The man’s patronizing tone fired up Sarah’s competitive side.

“Haaaa! I bet I can use them.” Sarah picked up an electric pink brick from the top of the pile. She placed it firmly on the floor and looked up, grinning. “I build all the time.”

Read our reflection of Kero Kero Bonito’s debut mixtape, Intro Bonito, here.