I've become increasingly confidant in following intuitions ahead of thoughts as I produce more records.
I'm not really into gothic music, it's not really my type of scene but each to their own. I listen to pretty much anything.
I knew it was gonna go out. It was just a question of it being fair or foul. The wind must have carried it 15 feet toward the foul pole. I just stood there and watched. I didn't want to miss seeing it go out.

