I made most of Saints and Strangers at night, in a basement in Virginia, after long days working at a hardware store. The basement was the one place I could be loud without bothering anyone, and somewhere in those late hours the album took shape – eight songs that swing between the loudest and the quietest parts of me. Some nights that meant a fuzzed-out guitar and a drum kit going full volume. Other nights it meant turning everything off and sitting alonesong one melody until it felt true.