Dear Friends,

Let me begin with a poem by E. A. Robinson called “Dear Friends:”

Dear friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.

And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill;
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will,
The shame I win for singing is all mine,
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.

Thank you for subscribing to this Q Curius newsletter. It will always start with a poem. It will be infrequent. In the sterile world of music streaming, we wanted to approach things a little more humanely.

Joel and I befriended each other in a basement in Oxford, UK, eating ramen and making the windows rattle with shared music. That’s how music becomes wonderful: a basement, rattling windows, the steam of a shared meal. This newsletter will be our basement with rattling windows. You’re invited in.

We’re ramping up to release an album in the middle of this year. The full album will be available on our Bandcamp months before singles appear on streaming.

For now, please check out our “Esoteric Pop” Playlist, which is a good introduction to the sort of songs we like.

Sincerely,

Q Curius