His new album, Hobbyist, doesn’t shy away from that sense of multiplicity, either: it reads like campfire stories, or sketches of parable characters that pose Colin’s own internal world as if they are other people; an athlete dreaming of Olympic standard, or a talk show host shackled to a never ending 70’s television show. Theatrical in its lyrics yet ever down to earth, tinged with a hint of weed and hindsight. He tells me that the album is his way of exercising a sense of performance he felt he’s needed to shed. “I’ve had the word weird thrown at me my whole life, and I wear that proudly now. I decided one day I wasn’t going to be embarrassed of it, but I didn’t know that until I tried other things first.”

Now, Colin is looking to take his personal work with a sense of precision that can only come from slowing down, artistically. A collection of songs that spans the course of over four years, he describes the album as a type of personal, emotional archive which follows starting a family, releasing ego cultivated in youth in favour of letting the work come naturally, and, importantly, learning how to ride his fathers’ old 1979 Honda CB650 motorcycle. “I recorded the album like a hobbyist, with no plans; I recorded it in my off time, any time I wanted to go sit down and try to finish it, I’d say ‘No, I’m not going in, then.’ It had to be pure animal intuition. It’s cheesy, but the story is of the motorcycle, too. if you’re not going ‘Lalala’ while you bike, you’re not doing it right: being very safe, very chill. Sometimes a cool old car will pull up beside me and wanna race and I’m like, ‘Sorry buddy, I’m not that guy, I’m a softie boy!’” 

I can’t help but imagine Colin riding that old refurbished 70’s bike off into the future, or up to the stars, with his wife and daughter riding sidecar. “I’m appreciating being an actual role model to a bloodline these days, it’s such a cosmic thing and it’s really made me see the value of being surefooted” he says. Colin tells me that the track “Falls Back” is about his daughters’ tiny head seeming too big for her body, and wanting to catch her when she falls. Despite having his head in different characters, different roles, or just up in the clouds, I get a sense that Colin will forever land back as himself, on his own two feet.