Oct 10, 2022
Yesterday I threw away my 23 year old wallet. Inside I fund this. This is all that remains of the Cloud Pump score I wrote in 2000 for my Providence band Barnacled. It's been in my wallet for 22 years. It's the central, quiet section, with the chords played by horns, fuzz accordion, and guitar. Note my bizarre, but weirdly functonal, notation system. The last two chords are unreadable, consumed by 22 years of butt-wallet friction. There's an allegory somewhere in there, but I really don't want to know.
There's a swell Detroit live version of Cloud Pump on youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRqyI__M_Ro&list=PL7DE8DD17B0D4E195&index=4
