This is just a strange piece, anyway I listsen to it, it’s strange, too ancient, too far away around a yurk somewhere in Manchunchiria getting drunk while Goryeo captives escape across the plains back to their mountain homes.
But I guess I had to record it.
It’s always this way, I don’t really control so much of what I write in a first draft, this is a second, and I go with where the vocals guide the other instruments. Yeah, there’s a piano, and it is ancient Manchurian music. What about it? What choice do I have? Like I am just the thing itself not the ghost in the machine. haha!