February 11th, 2010
Found a song I had recorded months ago, tired and troubled up on dark spanish red wine, a fully-improvised song, all raspy and ragged.
I tried re-recording it to soften it, ‘do it right’. Nothing worked; I’d listen to the messy original and choose it, reluctantly, every time.
There are doors you open that fall off hinges. You can study the splinters or step into new chambers.
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