New York isn’t itself right now because it can’t be, and I miss it. This track is an amalgam of a few different nights of spiritedly fucking around with friends in the city. At first, I was writing this kind of sad, free-time piano piece. It was a real bummer. But then I realized for all the waves of sadness I’ve felt in the last few months, the prevailing feeling this week was just excitement to get back to lighter times. When New York is a jungle gym, it’s the most fun place on Earth.
Chord: D, but like, with a B in there, right below the F#
Objects: Trash can, bag of recycling
Also this is my first ever attempt at a mix. It’s not great. But it’s a start.
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