There’s a constant buzz in the back of my brain, combing through countless instrumentals, compiling playlists, hearing everything with fresh ears as a backing for yoga. So many themes, paces, poses; the possibilities, the permutations are endless. There is an art form here, to be approached as an artist. After the music, I’ll start adding the writing. It all fits. Something is coming.
This time I will be ready.
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