Day Ninety Six
The constant trickling of the little water bowl in my kitchen, that's like a small pond for spoilt cats who'll only drink running water, is part of the background noise of my home now. So I recorded it, but messed with it a bit so it sounds like a pitched drone for much of this piece. Baby maracas from yesterday make another appearance, stretched out a little and down an octave or two...
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