Frustration

In my late teens / early twenties I used to blow off my frustrations through my music – just pounding on the piano or mindlessly slamming the strings on the guitar until the dark and angry clouds departed. Therapy – the number one reason I created in my youth. (Now it’s just “get out of my head.”)

This so called “song” is nothing more than a repetitive riff I happened to record, making it rare insofar as i I seldom documented these “caged gorilla tearing apart a toy” sessions, since creativity wasn’t the point at all.

But this one slipped through, so here it is.