tempo raze he was working in the studio when his wife went into labour with their first child. she packed him a flask of whiskey and the novel he was reading and drove herself to the hospital, with him hyperventilating beside her. he recorded his unborn daughter's pulse with a dictaphone. she was rushed into the world when he noticed the tempo slowing. for two weeks she slept on his chest to learn the rhythm of a fierce but frightened heart. she weighed all of five pounds. "i really only understood the feeling of home when you entered my life," he told her once she was grown. "you were born on my birthday. we were born for each other." 261017 what's it to you? who go blather from