I could put together an 8-track album soonish, except for prob needing a (better-than-me) visual artist for the cover, but I’m scared…
…first, that nobody I can’t point a cocked crossbow at will ever even notice, much less care — and I know most people wouldn’t even like the *best* music in that general styles admixture, never mind some total unknown’s uncool unsexy instrumental living room dabblings…
…then, that I’ll immediately find eleventy things to fix the day after but not enough to constitute releasable alternate versions
Duno wat do.
I simultaneously realise I’m nobody and live in fear of having it confirmed.