“I wanted a spare sound to reflect the openness of the prairies where I grew up, a community called St. James in Winnipeg, Manitoba. The landscape seemed to draw horizon-long lines of expectation into the future, which I didn’t realize I resented until I couldn’t find satisfaction in success despite my ambition. But it’s not an epiphany so much as a quiet realization, after the heartache of striving, that failure isn’t an end. And the next step doesn’t have to be made in shame. Just understanding.”
