A Note From E:

I grew up singing along to old jazz and show tune recordings in the backseat of my moms’ gray minivan.

I came alive belting and sobbing to Sara Bareilles and Bon Iver from the driver’s seat of my dad’s hand me down car.

And I found myself in earbuds on the BART, air drumming along to Neo soul and Funk.

For a long time I thought all of these passengers were different people, but the past two years I have realized that sometimes it takes looking at a lot of different mirrors to see your own reflection.

I want you to listen to this record with your shoes off and your hair down. From song to song, I want you to recognize a new part of yourself that you left behind in an old chapter of life. Every different angle is what make you who you are. We are all handmade originals. One of a kind.

X,

Elizabeth