winning by Kirsten Svuure

Drone. Quite nice, I think. Obviously in this JacksonPollocky region of music it is all too easy to stir the pot one too many times and end up with just a dead grey - a beautiful rainbow brightness is suddenly turned into a dreary uniform blank. I do it all the time. I think we all do. Our lives - a succession of grey anonymous days without any distinction. But once per decade or one evening in a thousand, something happens. I'm probably deluded, but among the ten million grey disasters that I've created and deleted in these couple of months on Bandcamp, this one sounded okay to my ears. So here it is, as short as nature intended, nothing added, just topped and tailed a smidgen to help the focus.

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recorded last night, photo Soton yesterday