Evening (old note)
Rainy, grey days of spring Evening. Thin lines of the light. Blinking of the screen and computer noise. Everything is intertwined with the gentle patterns of the synthesizer sounds and the electronic pulse of the rhythm of machines. I turn on an old radio receiver of 60's. Crash, clicks, hissing, voices, all merges with the beautiful melodies of the planet. I haven't listened to the radio for a long time already. I spend a lot of time on a debut album, on searching and realization of the material. Yet unsuccessfully. For the time being I've received only one offer... I have also important tasks before-reduction, mastering
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