Night Classes by Other Houses

As a young person in the Western world, I'm bombarded with news items about how we've got six months to live. Similarly, as a music journalist, I'm inundated with gross fetishization for the "end times." For various reasons, I don't find either of those fun or funny. If I had a dime for every tepid single pitched as being a "dance party for the apocalypse," I'd be a wealthy man.

Both of these phenomena beg the question: when and if it hits the fan on a global level, what's your practical game-plan? Will there be music on the other side? I guess your first move would be to survey the terrain on a bike. Hence, "Sand Surveyor," which I wrote the other week while strolling around my in-laws' 250-year-old house.

Also on my mind these days: utopian grifting. I'm mortified by moral grandstanding, tribal thinking, and the wicked ways we treat each other online. A few days later, I wrote "Greased Lightning" minutes after rolling out of bed and before my mental filter could kick in. The results are maybe the first lyrics I've ever written where I believe every word.

So, these two songs were a growth spurt — both in that regard and in my ongoing struggle to make music on computers. The title refers to academia itself and the shadow re-education of online social pressure. Alas, as we'll all figure out sooner or later, internet clout isn't transferable to U.S. currency...

Speaking of! 100% of the proceeds from Night Classes will go to Bushwick Street Cats, a small team of volunteers who work during off-hours from their day jobs to reduce the population of feral and free-roaming cats in New York City. If you've seen Nimbus or Hazel on my social media, you can thank them.

Visit and donate: http://www.bushwickstreetcats.org

The songs of Morgan Enos. Also seen writing about music for various places. I did this before I did that. Still do it.

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