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What started as a sketchy squabble turned out a serendipitous session, from the lick of a lip to the noodling, fiddling, uprooting of the treacherous third, to sliding shifts in major and minor monotones, crossing every bridge in compliance, only to return on sweeping feet. The inane little play of my exile fretboard came together as a mellow mouthful.
As it is, before the juicy apple lets go of the tree, all is just sun and reckless wondrous activity, all play and abundant inspiration, before the end of the road catches you between beats and on a down strum (it’s done?!) It’s done. Leaves you sitting there agape, wondering, overwhelmed by fleeting bliss and you scramble, miss a step, rush to revisit and sponge up a little gratuitous heart-throb, a little now and then, here and there, losing time only to reminisce a few, before you part ways again, leave the room, enter the hallway, exit the stairwell and slip into the vacuum of the streets, the valley of awkward disconnect becomes the function, and just like love, unites mouth with teeth in a smile and a bite.
Please observe: as no words found matter, the offer is for you to croon, purr, growl, hum, bend a note, pitch a key, find a pulse under the rustbelt sun.
track released March 26, 2011
music: Arne Hou Uerkvitz
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