STRANGE GOSSIP: THIRTEENTH

Shortly afterwards, the newspaper company called and said it would not release the album. He said he did not match their vision for the Indie Rock talent search initiative. He said it would be incompatible with their plans for release. He says these things are happening, no one is wrong. But he said in a way that made him think it was my fault. I couldn't talk to him about the dream, the dream, what happened. So I ask what will follow.

There's always something to come - that's the power of an avalanche.

"Well, that means no product will ever be released to restore the progress you used to capture and everything."

"Okay," I said. I asked if I should bring it back.

"I'm sure we can think of something, it's constantly happening," he said, though he said it in a way that made it clear there was no continuity.

The next time a journalist shows up, he should say that he will exercise all rights to good music and sell his product on the web for advance payments.

"The progress was great," he said. "But it's still a steady stream of income, we'll keep it for a while until it's removed, simple stuff, you don't have to do anything."

"And then;"

"Then shake your head and you'll start getting your rights."

"And how long will it take?" I asked.

"It depends on how far we can get out of it," he said. It sounds like reading a chapter. It's like running a business.

I think on the other hand I hear rough paper. "I feel good," he said. "You wrote a great song, and no matter what, it was very cool." I thought of the word "compression".