06/11/2026
Speechless.
I’ll never forget the first time I had nothing to say for Burial. It happened Monday, in the presence of the humans that built Curve Studios these past 37 years. Burial’s newest home is a home to many. I know that now.
Sometimes the best thing you can do is shut up and listen. As Burial’s appointed extrovert, I’m not very good at it. And thanks to bringing Jay Richardson to Burial 3 years ago, I’ve become better at it. I respect and adore the power of observation. Of curiosity. Of respecting presence.
Pattiy has it. Curve has it. There isn’t a damn moment when I wasn’t entranced by their wand of curative arts. Who wouldn’t be. Who hasn’t been. Curve offered purpose to many. A place to expound upon vision. That’s a killer story that needs to be told. And an intimidating path to be the next to walk.
Tim, Jess and I are honored to be handed these keys. All 450 of them, because Pattiy’s keychain won’t fit in a pocket. It’s probably the best iconography for the 37 years of exploration, expression, and chaos that became the Curve I came to know. Running to and from it each morning. Dreaming of what went down there. Visualizing a new future when it was ready for a new steward.
Burial will launch several concepts at Curve Studios over the next few years. We hope you’ll remain curious. The adventure awaits.
