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Had an earpollution meeting this morning where every month it's brought upon me how sad I am to have not found a way to make music (too impatient to learn an instrument and too much ego to play well with others) so imagine my delight when after riding home and singing to myself there was a message from JB asking if I wanted to lay down some tracks at his basement apartment painting studio. After coffee with Sarah and the ants on the back steps where the sun is slow to set, I walked down to under Still Life where JB introduced me to the Boomerang. |
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