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No retakes. Ever.
A salaryman. Father of two.
In the cracks between work and parenting,
he grabs whatever instruments are lying around
and creates-mindlessly, instinctively.
Analog synths, bass, toy piano, kids' drums.
No polishing. No fixing. No aiming for perfection.
Just capturing the raw "now."
The world is already flooded
with technically perfect performances
and AIoptimized sound.
Maybe it's starting to feel... not enough.
So this is-
imperfect, rough, and full of noise.
But inside that noise, there's breath.
There's a pulse that exists only in that moment.
Music should be free.
"minimalist father of two, I paint before work, sharing on social media and publishing autobiographies and illustrated books on Amazon Kindle. This song was improvised while drunkenly cooking hotpot with friends at home. The lyrics were written on the spot, and it sparked the formation of a band, making it a memorable tune. This story from the past is now available on Kindle as Jenny Rain with a Pistol. The initial flute sound came from a flute my child received somewhere, so I tried playing it. Recorded with a nearly broken phone, the music was improvised, giving it a cozy, intimate feel. Enjoy!