It's funny when ideas come to you. You're sitting late at night watching the street and late night TV when a barrage of words hit the back of your head. Certain ideas of sounds. You know your voicemail is full of these sorts of things - that I have piles of scratch paper piled in my basement - but all of a sudden there is so much movement. Run to find paper and a pen while humming (not singing to wake anyone up) and rummaging through the household.
Now I'm up listening back to this idea I will most likely hate tomorrow morning. Such is life.
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