when we met we were kids. me fresh off a plane from the sahara desert, him a guy with a guitar. we became best friends quick, all the secrets on the table, all the dreams laid out. this picture comes to life with that time. at his mom's house. recording one of my songs, which we would do again and again and again so many more times, I wonder - if we knew how many years lay ahead if i would be laughing so much in this picture. the sun catching my eye, him cracking a joke, the electricity of a friendship unfolding, of anything being possible, of love in its infancy ​

xm ​ ​

Waterloo, ON, 2004