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I live in San Francisco. Late, on a very cold and clear July night, I had just gotten off work. Parking on Friday night is always difficult. I had to park way up at the top of Market Street and walk home into the Castro. The fog was just starting to wash over the bright city lights and clipping the top of the Bay Bridge. A fugue of awe and inspiration. This is what I saw and how I heard it.
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i wish i could take what i saw and make it how i heard it. does that
make sense?
if i knew anything about making this kind of music, i could say more.
but all i can say is that i'm glad i can hear your vision of a clear july
night in san francisco on a hot and humid day in detroit.
quite refreshing - and it's not putting me in a trance at all. i think it's
a good substitute for the coffee i didn't have today!
productions great as far as i can tell. some cool sounds going on for
sure.
glad to see you back after 4 months.
- d