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…

O0o.

Um - yeah. There are a few naughty words - many apologies. This is a bonus track -- unless I can't think of a legitimate track 10. If so, then this is both the highlight and crowning achievement of the album, and I totally intended it to be.