Eight days is eight days. Feels sometimes like eight days is about one month long. Feels sometimes like I haven’t sung or picked up my guitar in one month or two, when, really, it’s only been eight days.
Anyway.
This is a re-recorded version of a tune I wrote WAY BACK in 2011. Which is, at least, one thousand eight days ago. So….
This new version is different. But it’s about exactly the same thing. Listen to the original here and you’ll see what I mean.
This song actually made it on to a recorded piece of material released in 2011. You can find that here. It’s an interesting document of the past. Similar to my other interesting documents of the past including, but not limited to, the following:
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Random Record Pick is a way to organize and archive an always-growing collection of vinyl records. Each record is randomly picked from a shelf or crate or dusty corner of my house, a photo is taken of the cover, and then the entire record is played all the way through, even if it’s terrible.
For more photos, connect to @afrancisb on Instagram.
Random Record Pick is a way to organize and archive an always-growing collection of vinyl records. Each record is randomly picked from a shelf or crate or dusty corner of my house, a photo is taken of the cover, and then the entire record is played all the way through, even if it’s terrible.
For more photos, connect to @afrancisb on Instagram.
Random Record Pick is a way to organize and archive an always-growing collection of vinyl records. Each record is randomly picked from a shelf or crate or dusty corner of my house, a photo is taken of the cover, and then the entire record is played all the way through, even if it’s terrible.
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