sessions raze it's been so long since i sat with this song, i can't remember all the moves i need to make. mute your electric guitar during the choruses. bring it back so it links up with mine every time a new verse comes around. fix the panning of the shaker and acoustic fill. ignore the harmonies you insisted on adding when you couldn't leave a good thing alone. you talk about the time we were bouncing down an older track in a different house and i had a hot mic routed to the stereo mixdown without knowing it. caught you telling tales out of school. i remind you of the way you built these lyrics from the ashes of an earlier improvised take, lifting bits you liked and blending them with new ideas and things you misheard. something in your hand became a laugh heard only inside your head. you have gifts for me. gaudy bulbs to hang on a nonexistent christmas tree and foil-wrapped chocolates. all i have for you are some memories and a few open chords. maybe that's enough. 241218 what's it to you? who go blather from