ringtone raze the music burned into his phone from birth used to startle us every time he got a call. it was this polyphonic synthesized thing. rhythm and melody sharing a harsh kiss that lasted too long. after scouring the menu for something worth keeping, we settled on a sad polka that found a reason to smile around the halfway point. even after all this time, whenever the song drifts into a major key, i feel like taking three quick steps and leaping into the air. 230203 what's it to you? who go blather from