Novembeat 2017

Ga ga dabba gagabagada baga
Da ba baga dadabagada bada
Ba ba bada bagagabada baga
Ya ba bada yabadabada baga
Ba ba baga dababadaba bada
Bum ba bada bagagabada bada

Bum bum bum, ba
Bum bum bum, ba
Bum bum bum, ba
Bum bum bum, ba
Dum ba bum, ba
Dum ba bum, ba
Dum bum bum, ba
Dum bum bum

dead cabbage
dead cabbage
dead-ead, dea bae d
dead (dead) cabbage
dead-ead, ea bae d
dead cabbage
dead cabbage
dead

The notes of the musical scale can spell words.

Not very many, though.

This song was inspired by the sound of a failing ventilation fan at Cupcake Royale.

On this day I was starting to have a pretty bad pain in my leg, and I just wanted to play with my cat.

On this day my cat and I were cuddling a bunch, which made the pain in my leg a bit more tolerable.

I had trouble sleeping due to the increasing pain, and this music wafted into my consciousness.

I was in excruciating pain, both in my leg and also now in what felt deep inside my left shoulder. I could barely think straight.

I woke up barely able to breathe, and went to the hospital.

It was an embolism, from a DVT in my leg that threw off a clot.

I composed this track from a hospital bed, using GarageBand on my phone.

I was glad to still be around, but due to the clot I was instructed to stop taking my estradiol, and my emotional state was starting to crash. I was happy to still be alive but not looking forward to the impending hormonal crisis.

At this point I was just completely falling apart, due to basically going through menopause and feeling worthless, useless, and futureless.

Hello, the Internet
Hello, the Internet
Hello, the Internet
Hello, the Internet
Hello, the Internet
Hello, the Internet (Internet)
Hello, the Internet (Internet)
Hello, the INternet (INternet)
Hello, the Internet (Internet)
Hello, the Internet (Internet?)
Hello, the Internet (Internet!)
Hello, the Internet (Internet...)
Hello

So I got high.

It is a song that cleans, not a song about cleaning.