la_mer raze he locked himself away in a house on the ocean. he said he went there to write an album. he lied. the plan was to kill himself. in all the time he spent trying to end things, he managed to write just one song. maybe the most beautiful thing in his entire catalogue of recorded work. piano chords that fall back on themselves like a mind slowly going to seed. skittering drums. a perfect storm of discordant guitar. a breathless voice cooing a french poem about being kissed by the sea. after swimming to dry land, he brought the woman he loved to the house he failed to die in, and they were married there. 230403 what's it to you? who go blather from