from the blog of Jeremy Gloff:My mother gave me a lamp in 1998. Short on joy and hope at least I had light to read and write by. The winter gave way to a breezy springtime. An evening in late March I left my window open for the first time in months. Fresh air.I wrote fourteen songs in the spring of ‘98. Quiet songs. Subtle songs. Introspection. Songs of severe depression and songs that bade farewell. I recorded in a “real” studio for the first time because these songs deserved something better. I moved to Florida in October 1998 and began to rebuild.