Every B-side is a letter that arrived after the argument ended.
There’s a song I cut from the last record that I have played live more than half the tracklist. The room chose it. Rooms do that — they vote with the backs of their necks.
So I keep a folder called Second Chances. Nothing in it is dead. Some songs just need the world to turn a little further before they make sense. This year, two of them woke up.