These are one take recordings from one synth, with one good hand. This tape is from a period of dealing with job loss, carpal and cubital tunnels.

One side is about sleeping on the coast, watching a dog roll in grass.

One side is about looking down the hallway of my arm, and trying to write my name on paper. Looking at the driver who shouts “fag” at you, and swerves his car towards your body.