In between Paul and myself, spinning off in autonomy (I love that word. It has such a scientific quality to it.), down our separate paths, we’ve been meeting up down under the Manhattan bridge overpass with Daniel, to continue working on new Interpol material.
This has been transpiring on and off since August/12. As always, we find ourselves negotiating steep, narrow, and crumbling staircases, leading to a sub-level room; a space to work. On the way down, the stench of garbage provided by a neighboring dumpster, fills and stifles the air. If you time yr. breathing just so, you can avoid a gag reflex. God bless NYC! Oh… The songs are feeling really good, by the way.
Sam, the term is DUMBO