:: Spirit of Decay (Inner Harbours Mix) :: We moved out of the place on east third. Left a lot of stuff behind, basically burned our apartment deposit cheque in the middle of the living room floor. The old couch sagged and the dust that we kicked up in our frantic hustle to depart strayed through the limpid platters of light coming through the windows above it. That lamp, the one that I threatened, as a part of an elaborate joke, to throw into the street if she ever made me listen to anything by Grand Funk Railroad again, for any reason, even at gunpoint or as ransom to save the entire world from alien warfare, was in a box full of books on the floor when I closed the door for the last time. Jo was gone by then. Her sister had come to pick her up and move the last of her things out earlier that morning when Jordyn and I were in the studio. I spent most of that session working on a drum sequence for a song called Spirit of Decay and Jordyn was getting some really dubious sounds from his modded off-brand strat that he scored in exchange for some dope with this faded scenester that he knew. I was frustrated with the equipment. I couldn't get a modulated drum sequence to break apart in the right way. It wasn’t diffuse enough. It was predictable, followed a pattern, I couldn’t get the shitty old drum machine to produce the same level of abstraction that I heard and felt in Jordyn’s guitar lines. The song was supposed to be an exercise in disintegration and I couldn't get the rhythm right. | image #vijacelmins