Music makes things easy. Bearable sunshine, desired tan, rabid radicals all buried, whilting evening melancholy, pure contagion infecting with happy deaths. A minor third doesn t fit in with some of these things, snap change in wrist psotions to fit into time, tucked inside tuxedos, simple major chord progression, one doesn't know much about these things. Boxed sets blare or soothe without agenda.Depends on how one is feeling. How are you doing? There is a tale about a lyre made up of bones of a musician who lost out in love, crossed out other pockets to delve into depths of invisble flesh, no label to take up a broken heart when it is not prepared to sell, lyre sounds are difficult to hear, music while making things easy washes away history, sparkling, bubble gum teeth, clear like a knopfler note, sound of water on water.