Covering My Bloody Valentine is probably taboo, but it felt necessary. In June (2015) I traveled to Zamora, Spain bringing my dad's old acoustic guitar, my laptop, and two microphones. In Zamora I met Dulce. One night I watched her sing on a rooftop and her voice made my throat close up, swelling with melancholy. She soon moved across the country and invited me to follow. I stayed with her in Calafell, a small beach town near Barcelona. Here we spent time playing music together over the drone of the Mediterranean; we discovered our shared love of My Bloody Valentine. "Sometimes" is my favorite song so I suggested we record our version of it—she sang into one microphone while I played guitar into the other, forming a tangible sound memory. After listening to our recording she asked if I would fill up the empty spaces. Alone on the train back to the other coast—from where I would be flying home—I attempted to do so. With my throat once again constricting I absorbed the emptiness by creating new sounds from the guitar, the laptop and her beautiful voice.