it all fell apart, and then there was paris
faced with disaster, destroyed tools, falling apart, technology breakdown, studio meltdown, lost work, lost songs, confusion, and then there was the virus.... out of control, out of action for days, fever, fatigue, deterioration, exhaustion.... and then there was paris... lovely, charming paris.... and my friend's piano, and corsican singing at 4am, and whiskey, and wine and eating, and walking, and cheese, and even afrobeat. Freedom, familiarity, closeness, abandon, no barriers, no cold face. I could have napped under that piano for days.
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finally so mellow.
whisky, wine and wonderful cheese.
you needed paris.
i need paris.