dear Queen Victoria’s ghost,
in late autumn of last year, i was walking with a friend to the southwestern end of Loch Muick in the Scottish Highlands, looking for a bothy she’d heard was tucked away there, when to our great surprise, we came across Glas-allt-Shiel, the gloriously lonely, gratuitously enormous lodge you had built back in 1868, to escape to and mourn in.
i’ve been daydreaming of this place, ever since, and am wondering if you’d consider a co-haunting, even just for a few weeks, before spring and more bothy-seekers arrive; i’m in the final stages of writing the last songs for my sixth album, and am longing for a place where i can sing out loud without being overheard (my apartment in Canada=less soundproof than a soap bubble). Glas-allt-Shiel is so close to what i’m looking for; isolated, off-grid, perpetually rainy, uninhabited by mortals. and it seems to have about 647 rooms. i’d only need one.
i’ve no other way to reach you, so please let me know by DM or late-night visitation.
sincerely,
eric.
dear everyone else,
album number six feels like a new heart in my chest. there’s still a lot of work to do before it’s finished (that doesn’t necessarily have to be done in a haunted Scottish lodge), but i’m determined to release it this year, and am hoping to announce some concerts very soon too.
missing your faces, and can hardly wait to share some new music; i couldn’t possibly be more thrilled about the album, even in its unfinished state.
love,
eric.









