The siren-song of Old World called heavily to yours portly, luring me with its addictive, “just-one-more-turn” gameplay to crash upon the rocks of sleep deprivation.  It’s also drawn me away from artistic pursuits.  My plan is to compose at least one, but preferably two, more tracks for Koi Dance, and then I’ll schedule it for a release.  Given my recent acquisition of some Japanese Trapdoor Snails, I’m brainstorming a composition about these enigmatic, quiet pond dwellers.

That said, I haven’t composed anything since “Sturgeon,” so I’m featuring an “open mic” mic performance of sorts.  The “mic” is my fading second generation iPhone SE; the “adventure” is singing a cappella in my bathroom; the “open[ness]” is my thick, meaty tongue “shalalalalalalalalalala-ing” the riff to The Smashing Pumpkins’ hit “1979”:

What do you make of this basso profundo performance, my friends?  Are you envious of my tongue-riffing abilities?  Or are you thankful you have enough discretion not to post such foolishness to YouTube?

Leave a comment and let me know!

—TPP