My exterior is calm and nonchalant
And yet, my insides ARE SCREAMING.
I'm almost to the point of caring.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
The Procrastinator's War
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Syncopated Dissonance. The moment right before the resolve, the drip just [tenuto] before the drop and again. The off beat stacatto rebound anwser in the same fashion. Twenty-three bars and counting.
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