FRIDAY JULY 22nd, 2016

Laying down demos for ‘The DPL’ at Ste Marguerite.

We were at my father’s place, and it was summer, and I missed *her* terribly, so I tried to write an instrumental piece that would reflect my sadness. It’s called The DPL. She knows what the letters stand for.
I also recorded a riff I had just find, that may or may not end in “The DPL”.


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