Butter: I feel like a balloon in a tornado, ready to pop in a magnificent display of sound. I feel like everyone’s pulling me in different directions. One day I will pop and then everyone will get a piece of me
Ty: I wrote a piece called the Lonely Loon back in college and this is a note sitting in an unfinished novel I have, “I build a hot-air balloon from my parts and fly it over the town, dropping one of Old Man Jenkinson’s bombs.”
Butter: I love that imagery, very old timey but mischievously cool
Ty: what colors relate to it? What music relates to it?
Butter: Red and music is probably a high classical crescendo
Ty: 99 red balloons
Butter: 99 Love Balloons
