Oh a young Lopez, rages like a river with his observations and reflections, ornamenting nature with a dazzling display for his power of blending nonfiction and fiction so you can’t tell, so you relish, so you forget, and then delightfully reminded that if you pay attention to the world, to your thoughts, and to his words - they can take you anywhere. Reading this reminds me of a young Leonard, bursting through the pages of his novella Beautiful Losers, damned be the consequences of where it goes and it goes beautifully. Written in small 10-20 min stories, I think I’ll be revisiting these tracks to his album often. Fucking delicious read.