ontario_plates raze i remembered loving you the best, but i couldn't remember your name. i didn't even know you were you until halfway through. time will do that. when a guitar lick that kept coming around like a wished-for curse turned into a horn line, i lost it a little bit. i guess the good shit hits harder when you've lived long enough to attach your own meaning to it, blurry as it might be. 231209 what's it to you? who go blather from