Well, short story long, name’s Alex. I’m neither pianist nor guitarist, but two wrongs make a right, so here we are. This album, for me, represents the rise, fall, and once more rise in the face of all oppositions and boundaries, be it distance, time, social class, language, culture, attraction, humor, risk, fear, courage, conviction, or a severe lack thereof in any of the aforementioned. Love is a dangerous thing. But if you must love, tread carefully, and may you always be with fourteen eyes.