Week Fifteen came quickly - a refreshing change from last week's frustration. This tune will probably end up reworked and re-recorded for the full-length LP I am concurrently working on. The song rides on a crooked but dignified stumble, like navigating on four martinis. The melody, played by SG and nylon, could be a tune whistled by an axeman with a limp who trolls empty alleys seeking murder. (5 minutes).
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