“Well, really, it’s my wife who’s the fan. She has all your…soundscapes.” Garrett coughs into his hand. “Seriously, she listens to you religiously. In the car, on her runs, when she’s meditating.” “How wonderful.” Dan Grebbs has kind eyes. There’s something as soothing about him as his sounds. And I will never, ever tell Gigi I just thought of his sounds as soothing. She will use that against me forever. “What is your wife’s name, young man?” “Gigi.” I spell it for him.
