Sometimes I wish life had a better score than just the foleys. It could be that I care so much about the music because I have a precarious influence over the script and the direction seems, to say the least, uncertain, and yet, continue reading
Tag: music
A sonorous tryst
Forgive my verdant embouchure, timidly practised in dark alleys, and guide my fingers through respite in somewhat hurried pizzicato. There is no shame in apposition set off by commas, casually, continue reading
hidden pilcrow 