This is the plan*. Occasionally, I do music. Pretty wide definition of music, that’s true, but it is what it is. The origin is the new phone in your tumblr-post-function — that’s way way too expensive for me — and an IM conversation about this with Fredrik.

This is it: draft down some lyrics in a local or non-local coffee shop, take out the four-stringed six-stringer from the car trunk and then sit somewhere in the open and record a demo on the cellphone. And then of course upload it when I get home.

This is really stupid. Far more stupid than the English drama class, I’m shy and closed off. Is this even possible to do? Without the inevitable betrayal from my nerves and brain? Don’t know, but it’s a stupid idea so I must try it.

*) Funny story, I’m listening to “Plan B” from TAL as I type this. Eh. Okay, more of a one-liner than a story. Stop nit-picking me!