and the winter is upon us
quiet down now
there is this idea of a wall of sound especially just like a hundred lush cellos
and a pulsing pulse
like blood under skin
that i can’t quite capture
HANGING ON BY A THREAD
here’s some cello action
in the form of
this song is a bit more, er, aggressive. here are some tamped punkish chamber cellos.
two cellos playing a pretty line, hard panned left and right gives it that floaty feeling
I want to be cinematic. All my cinematic attempts lately veer so hard towards the melancholic. I blame cello.