I wanted to compose something that sounded like a real band improvising - the virtual bassist made too many trips to a virtual Dunkin Donuts before the virtual jam session and was virtually bouncing off the virtual walls of the DAW. The ghost…

[parental advisory - I cuss once. Sorry. It won't happen again. Except on the bonus track, but I was cooking so I have an excuse in that case.] Grounded You Will Sit Anchored To The Floor Wallow In The Shit You Weren't Met To Fly No More…

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