All I really remember at this point is my brother’s carrier sliding towards the truck door, then out of it. How did he start sliding? How did the door come open? Had my mother not closed it properly? Was it faulty? Had I opened the door and pushed my brother out?
Not to play favorites, but this is one of my favorite songs I’ve created. It’s moody, dark, and a little bit sexy. I composed it in GarageBand, began it on my iPhone 6s in a hotel restaurant at my first Modern Language Association conference in Philly. MLA, get it? I especially like the space in… Continue reading Emelay
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