pink_moon raze this is where i came in, a year and a half before a car commercial granted you something slouching toward the recognition you longed for. if only it hadn't come more than two decades after your mother found your body bereft of breath, stilled by the pills that slowed your thoughts but did nothing to deter the black-eyed dog snapping at your heels. no string arrangements here. no embellishment of any kind. just four microphones, an engineer, and these gifts of yours: one guitar that still sometimes sounds like two to me. a single finger dancing across a few piano keys on the title track. and a voice that seems too quiet to be so loud. the songs that didn't leave much of a mark on me when i first heard them are the ones that mean the most to me now. funny how that happens. 240804 what's it to you? who go blather from