After such anticipation for the postman arriving today with a new accordion, the jubilation was dashed upon discovery of dodgy keys, which mean a trip to the post office to fire it back again to the returns people.
Before it got boxed up and put away, it managed to finish off a song in its dying breaths.
‘nice try Rousseau’ has been sitting about for a while looking.. waiting for something to complete it.
And here it is. (Soundcloud)
I thought it was probably appropriate to break the convention of no capitalisation for Mr. Rousseau; him being such a towering figure of the enlightenment and all.