When I was in Pittsburgh last October for VIA festival (incidentally, my favourite festival) I spent a lot of it walking up and down Penn Avenue between venues. There was a cemetery along one side of it and it must’ve been packed full of crickets, their sing-song call was so loud. It was alien and comforting at the same time, like something out of the movies. I recorded a few seconds on my phone then forgot about it. Today, for some reason, I remembered. I still get that comforting/alien feeling when I listen and for a moment I feel like I’m back on that road, in that adventure. So I keep pressing play.