Ophelia
I was listening to music tonight and shuffled onto a song I recorded sophomore year of college in the basement of one of the “hippier” dorms on campus. It brought back memories of drinking Carlo Rossi jug wine from plastic water bottles, and the time I got scratched by one of the squirrels that inhabited the pile of discarded clothes in the corner of the basement where we played. I was saddened at the realization that this song is the best recording I have that I can call my own, and saddened still by the fact that I am one of only a few that have heard it. Maybe sharing it will bring me a little more happiness. Maybe.
