injured dances by Kirsten Svuure

Well obviously it's here. So that must be good news. But it's only half as long as my usual things, so I guess it's one of my nervous apologetic guests - welcome for some scintillating traits, but troublesome in other ways - the keys are more beautiful than ever, so we embrace, but the beats/rhythms are like she's walking on my best carpet in dirty wellington boots, so I have to have a word. But with a smile. I think it's made the party memorable. And when my musical career is over at the end of the year, this is one of those albums that we'll remember with true affection but never want to hear again.

(recorded today, photo Hants last month)