We are deep in the process of assembling a live record compiled from songs we’ve played all over the world these past few years. If you’ve ever been a part of one of our live shows and have some great photos to share- we’d love to see them! We are looking to include some in the album art, potentially one as the cover! To submit, please post on Tumblr with the hashtag #ESMZlivealbum so we can find them. Make sure to have a hi-res version upon request.

Listening to these recordings has reminded us that YOU, our COMMUNITY, has been an integral part of each show. It only makes sense to include you further as a part of this album.


You know, as a university student, I’m constantly asked about my sexual history. It’s actually pretty funny because the only remotely sexual thing that happened to me with a guy was in a dream where me and Tom were gardening.  It was hot. It was a hot day, that is. We planted tomatoes and then went back into my house. 

Happiness is.

I’m always happy to see everyone because there’s something wrong with me. It may sound like a good thing, to greet every human you know with a smile and a hug, a "Oh! wow how have you been? That’s great!", but it’s not. Some of these people most likely hurt me in the past, I mean really used me, or hurt someone I care about. There’s just this loose wire, some kind of disconnect, that when an old friend calls me up, let’s say the guy who left me dateless at my sister’s wedding; when he calls I’ll be momentarily elated and excited to catch up. Then when we part ways I may recall that he once lived a lie, bamboozled me you could say; or I might not remember. I’ll just know that there’s that wire sparking somewhere in my head, not meeting the end of it’s charge.

I’m incredibly forgetful of important things; for example I can remember seeing that movie, but I entirely forget who was sitting next to me - or was I alone? I don’t think I’ve seen a movie alone yet. Maybe everyone should see a movie alone, just to get used to the look from the ticket attendant when you ask “for one”. Accept the look. Is there a look?

"I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.” Sylvia Plath

but please don’t get depressed. These things aren’t bad, just complicated.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.