Steve Lawson and Trip Wamsley - Slow Food | Текст песни

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Trip Solo. But not solo. Trip, enhanced, by me. Nudged, prompted, surprised, cajoled, tricked, tripped, aided and abetted.

“You just play, and I’ll loop and process it. See what happens”

This is what happens.

Lots of listening, fun, to and fro.

The essence of Slow Food. The album, not the cuisine. Music without playing, a duet where only one person makes noise.

Cajun Zen.

Playing tennis against a wall with a mind of its own.

The End.

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