This is a short ambient piece of music.
This is not practical advice at all considering we live in a digital age. I should have sang a sentiment like, “Type ideas you may want to squirrel away out on your laptop,” or try entering them into your device via its touchscreen interface and have said device autocorrect whatever it is you are trying to write and get wildly frustrated when “lept” is changed to “kept,” then “slept,” only later to realize that you were possibly wrong and it is “leapt.”
I suspect it is also completely and totally indecipherable what I’m singing about, but it is along the lines above of jotting it down.
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An old song about stepping on love.
I actually use Reeder and an Otamatone.
This is a song about Socrates eating Ritz crackers. I probably need to fix the compression.
Two tunes for Tunesday. Wait… it’s not even Tunesday yet…
My portable stepper that I bought at Brookstone in NJ broke this evening. On it I watched countless episodes of He-Man (to become big and powerful), Galaxy Rangers, casts on the TWiT and Old Time Radio networks, and Galaxy Express 999 among many other things. This is my farewell song to it.