New York City is drying me. About four years ago, when my cousin and I were driving through Harlem to see Jenny Lewis play at the Apollo, I looked out to the row of spinning lights outside. Yellow taxis, red tail lights, green and purple and blue and the spectrum blurring with the speed of our car.

"It's a nice place to get lost for a little while," he told me.

I am certainly lost.

I remember feeling this when I made this video with Justin back in March. We got a little lost on the way to Dumbo. Justin knew one set of train transfers to get there. I had another. We had just met. I thought we were both considering each other's directions to be nice. We ended up getting lost. With the roar of subway trains ringing through the walls, through manholes, through street drains, through me ears, transfer to the F, transfer to the L, transfer to the 1, sit, talk, read, contemplate what to film, I was in a trance.

No doubt, it was the beginning of this feeling of entanglement already into the bustle of New York that affected how this video was edited. Justin's melodic holllering and sporadic twangs of his guitar became a background to the music of the streets rather than the other way around. He became the airplane in the distance, the boat in the water, the laughter of friends in the park horizon.

Wanderer Session #61: Wailin Storms
Music by Justin Storms
Images, Sound, Edit by Kevin de Wilde
Filmed in Dumbo, Brooklyn, New York
March 2011