There may be a little irony in starting with ‘saying goodbye’, but I wanted to dedicate this track to someone who passed last year—the one who gave me my first guitar and showed me my first set of chords on a six-string; the one who gave me a glimpse of “bedroom producing” years before I’d ever hear anyone call it so—my dad. His taste was more folk and rockabilly, but he would’ve loved to see how far we’ve come from a four-track cassette recorder. Cheers, dad.