Some unlovely days

No need to go into detail, but there have been some okay things happening at the piano as compensation. Inadequate, but I’ll take it. The next incarnation of “Se fiera” seems to want to be a nocturney thing.

I wish I had the slightest feeling that anyone anywhere on Earth would give a flying fuck about any of this aside from me. Who the hell else is going to give a shit for Baroque opera chopped into pieces and thrown into a time machine set on pulse? I don’t seem to be able to stop doing it, so I suppose it’s going to continue to stream out of my head, for all the good it’ll do.