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This is a multi-track song made from child’s toys

that were around the house because our son was 19 months old.

a shaker of bells, a stuffed wolf that howled when you squeezed it, and a plastic flute.

Because I began to notice that the child outgrew toys and I wanted to record them for our memories, one day I took all of them to the studios at KPFK and recorded each part as a one-off and mixed it in software. It was the war years and Bush years and there was much distress. This is a lament.

It was the one and only time I used the child’s toys to express my adult lament, away from home, in the studio, without the infant present. But I played these toys for a year and a half, jovially, for the baby.