while i was writing “other plans” i was listening to ani’s “untouchable face.” i was writing these lyrics about hanging on but pushing away in that same tranquil mode that “untouchable face” is in, but when i got to the music that was immediately ditched in favour of a bouncy acoustic thrash. at the open mic last week, in the middle of playing ani’s “gravel,” i realized that “other plans” had become much more a mirror of “gravel” than i had ever intended it to be of “untouchable face.” and now i can barely even play it… does that say anything?
by krisis