The repeated huffing of Timbu, the male of our twin cats, led to an approximation of rhythm which started this little foray into unknown waters. I didn't stick to a musical path or idea, but neither was I a completely free and open channel. I was aware of drifting in and out of knowing where I was musically, and in and out of caring. Tonight was another last minute dealio, where I hit the record button at 11:44 PM. I feel restless and disjointed inside, and that's what I hear in the music dur...
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