Things I said I’d never be – Tim Feeney / Aaron Michael Butler

Sometimes I wonder if all I really want is to be back on my front porch in the middle of August, enthusiastically counting the gaps in between the cricket chirps to try and figure out the temperature. I don’t believe I ever did figure out how to do it, but I guess that wasn’t the point. I was just excited about participating with the nature that was churning on around me in any way I could.

I’ve listened to both sides of this piece twice this morning already, and each time the shifting percussion, dark tones, and field recordings bring me somewhere I hadnt thought about in ages.


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