Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

noviembre 28, 2011

The story behind

12:30 am... She was taken home.  
12:44 am... Grabbed a taxi.  
1:12 am... Arrived. Set up microphone. Banged belly. Recorded. Banged the neck of guitar. Recorded. Banged glasses together that were sitting on the table. Recorded. Rubbed hand together fast. Recorded. Looped it all together. Played sad chords over. Recorded.  
2:11 am... Still not sober. Frustrated grabbed mic, turned high up to 11. Headphones up loud. Parents in bed. Words just fell out in the spot. Recorded. 3:27 am... Long dowid played him, new song over the phone.
3: 43 am... Sober. Cheers darlin'.
 
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.