where ideas go to get forgot
or where we just put all pocket lint
or what we made from the shadows

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where ideas go to get forgot
or where we just put all pocket lint
or what we made from the shadows
playing piano and pretending I can play piano is one of my favorite things and maybe is the earliest that music became “my thing”… I remember having what I thought were (and were most definitely not) good sessions on my Grandpa’s yellow piano when I was pretty young… maybe six.
this is not that piano, but the feeling I got from recording these was similar.