Track 13 from my album The Weight We Carry Home Soft Boy is a reclamation, the insult turned trophy, the wound turned tattoo. The production is warm, buoyant, almost playful, and the vocal is the loosest and most joyful on the entire record. It is the sound of a man who has done the work and is now dancing in the living room with the lights on. The album needed exactly this ending, not because the pain is over, but because the pain no longer runs the house. - Mastered by mixea.commore

The most structurally elegant song on the album. It begins with a man noticing his own hands look like his father's — the knuckles, the way they grip a steering wheel — and from that single image, the entire intergenerational thesis unfolds. The verse catalogues inherited gestures: the throat-clear before difficult conversations, the way anger gets stored in the jaw, the reflexive fist. The outro is an instruction manual delivered as a lullaby. "These hands will hold you differently." It is both a promise and a prayer — not a rejection of the father, but a conscious, deliberate decision to change the behaviour without erasing the love. The song never once raises its voice. It doesn't need to. - Mastered by mixea.commore

Say it Sober, say it clean - Mastered by mixea.commore