At what point do you take a collection of songs that are independent of each other, written over months and changes in preference, and meld them into some sort of coherent ‘album’ form?
Or do you have to bother?
Regardless, it’s now a new year, and here’s a song that was technically all recorded in 2010, but for argument’s sake, since it was finished today, it counts as the first of 2011.
give ‘a charitable interpretation’ one of its own.
In a wonderful development, the gloriously helpful lady at the Subway depot called me up to say that my keys had been found.
Almost as good as that itself was the wonderful symbolism in the fact that they were handed in in Govan.
To celebrate this, I finished off a track with a long name.. (as well as a Jack Daniels or two)
‘be suspicious of well written lines (they’re the ones they’ve practised)’
is listed up above, along with the others.
Reasons why a mandolin is better than a guitar #1
You can lie in bed on your back and still play the mandolin fairly well.
(this can also be seen as a disadvantage when you fall asleep playing said mandolin)
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