Last week Chotto Matte got together for a first bashing of cymbals after not knowing the rehearsal chamber since last November. Things were radically different. Things were remarkably the same. Adding to the spice blend, we'd asked Cameron Toll (my sister's musical husband) to join us - adding depth to the rhythm section and some well placed backing vocals. We were all feeling excited and anxious and probably a bit insecure, but some pretty weird places were found in this session. The first recording is short and excessive - a dust unsettling rant and raging at the stars. The second piece creeps along, rolling and weaving through a percussive storm.
I wont write anymore today. Not here anyway.
You'd have to catch me in a corner,
tame the biting and the bark,
then with definite precision
force my acid tongue to wag.
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