audio raze i engineer while her friend looks on, silent and unknowable. she wants to get through eleven songs in an afternoon. maybe thirteen. she sits on a chair without arms and strums an acoustic guitar. i've got two small diaphragm condenser mics aimed at the strings. nothing in front of her face. she spits her words into the open air. we'll have to live with the bleed. maybe it'll thicken up the vocal tracks when we lay those down. a little accidental doubling never hurt anyone. the rhythm grows more propulsive three songs in. her altered lute electric in its intensity. she sings about the unwashed objects hanging from hooks on someone's wall. not hers. she loses interest in her own voice and pulls the plug before we're halfway through. 240917 what's it to you? who go blather from