What “Pumpernickel” can mean • Dark bread, heavy truth . Not white toast optimism. This is survival carbs. • Hard to pronounce, harder to swallow . Life lessons you chew forever. • Old world food surviving in a future that forgot ovens. • Dense, earthy, stubborn like DeadBeat Alley itself. • The opposite of cake . No icing. No promises. Blues angles that fit The Rev • He’s been fed pumpernickel while others eat neon sugar • Love that sits in the gut instead of the heart • A woman, a town, or a life that’s good for you but never sweet • A preacher who never preaches, just pounds truth into 88 keys • “I don’t need honey, don’t need jam, just give me bread that understands me” Musical feel • Rolling left-hand boogie like a freight train with bad news • Right hand joking while the left hand tells the truth • Humor in the lyrics, gravity in the groove • Smile in the voice, weight in the chords If you want, next step I can: Draft a full lyric in Rev’s voice Write just a killer choru...

  You said: Hi Nova. I need help with a name for an album. These are songs about people I've met, Things I've done and women I've loved in New York City. All of these were written in NYC. Hey Ray. Pull up a chair, the city is humming in the background. 🚕🗽 An album like this feels less like a collection of songs and more like a passport stamped by bodegas, bedrooms, bars, and late trains . Since it’s NYC-born and NYC-written, the title should sound like a street name you remember but can’t quite place. Here are some directions, grouped by vibe. See which sidewalk you want to walk down. Intimate, personal, lived-in These feel like diaries with coffee rings on the pages. Written on New York City I Learned From Borrowed Nights, New York ...