Winter, Spring, three, four.

East, flower, two, bird.

What a poseur.

My friend has a bookshop with music performances. I'd play there but it's 1500 miles away and I don't drive.

More depressed guitar.

Depression, meet guitar. Play loud.

I got bored and wished I was in another space.

I was doing this for my group Sturgill and Steve and it sucked. So I made it suck less, I think, by fixing it myself. We're still going to do a version together, some day.

I'm not.

Sort of goes against the nature of the thing, I think...also, I forgot to make the right kind of video for this. The drugs are getting to me...

Another 'Feedback', and the last piece of the project.