Off the Record
An honest account of my work as a record producer
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When the crowd goes wild...
Phil saw his shadow...
How's the seasonal depression treating you?
The flicker of a street light.
All the hounds will start to roar...
It rains, you get wet.
We've made it through!
Vrijeme je za pauzu.
The quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks...
To All Trains.
F*ck balance.
Good news don't sell.
