It’s dawned on me that my previous entry may be difficult to decipher, so…
A demo CD was hand-delivered to my doorstep this morning (don’t ask me why he gave the package to the doorstep and not to me; I dunno) and I’ve been listening to it ever since. It’s…keen.
Keen is high-praise, by the way.
Promise of a rioting fish resulted in the Baba Yaga herself knocking on my door this morning. She identified herself as USPS and appeared in the guise of a male, but oh no, I know better than that.
Since then I’ve whisked, wrapped — or rather, unwrapped — the parcel and have been enjoying my early Christmas gift. The sounds of a solo fish rioting is thus far very satisifying to my ears.