Singing Dreams, vaguely, in Kreuzberg, with plastic bag as backing band

Reading about Lacan, duetting with Richard Hawley, thanks to the magic of machines.

You're the Thorn and You're the Crown

Sometimes listening to music distracts me from work, sometimes it energises me. My typing is a little manic here. I was amused by Brenda Lee following hot on the heels of Jessye Norman.

Listening to Richard Strauss While Typing (With Cameo By Brenda Lee)

I soothed Alina's fretting baby on an American beach by singing Joni Mitchell

The acoustic at my parents' house is gorgeous, I often just press record & sing whatever comes to mind

East Virginia & I Know Where I'm Going

Under The Skin

the acoustics in the hallway of this building are great but I forgot all the words to Her Eyes Are Underneath the Ground

Her Eyes in the hallway

inside the dome at the top of Teufelsberg, the old US Cold War listening station in Berlin

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