fey by Kirsten Svuure

No need to advise anyone to play this loudly - it's so quiet that you're not going to hear anything at all unless all controls are deep in the red. I like this one very much. It's strange ambient. And I am not a comedian or anything - there are no sudden bangs later to try to make you jump, and the whole thing doesn't build to a climax. This music is as relaxed in its boringness as I am. That's why I like it so much - it is a good reflection of me, something I've accepted and have grown to like. Almost anyone can turn almost any "flaw" to advantage.

I've grown to like my crooked teeth and my unreliable personality that can veer from the most extreme shyness to the most extreme outgoingness without me consciously being aware of why it (I) is (am) doing what it (I) is (am) doing. The best dating advice I was ever given was "don't try to appeal to everyone" - instead, try to appeal to almost no one, because the few "almost no ones" who you do appeal to, they will find you rare and therefore very appealing indeed.

I'm currently not in a relationship and I think I'd like to be, so maybe that advice isn't so good after all. I think my target "audience" in love is as tiny as it is in music - the last person to "get" me, or to "get" my music, like the last person to speak a weird old dialect of south-western Sark, died in about the 13th Century.

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recorded this evening, photo a couple of weeks ago Hampshire