I’m in my studio with some of my talented musical friends and one of the worst things that can happen just did; computer malfunction. We are five antsy musicians raring to go on a very hard song we finally figured out, but now we are just waiting around for an indeterminate amount of time on the clock with the meter running. It feels very bad. As I am the host of this, the bad feeling compounds into guilt for wasting my colleagues time as well as for the bruised momentum… It’s my studio, and I am responsible after all.
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