Comments on: Adam Balbo – Fix http://songbytoad.com/2009/06/adam-balbo-fix/ Independent music from Edinburgh, Scotland - with added gin and swearing. Thu, 24 May 2012 17:03:32 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Agnes http://songbytoad.com/2009/06/adam-balbo-fix/#comment-23055 Agnes Wed, 10 Jun 2009 12:14:35 +0000 http://songbytoad.com/?p=6083#comment-23055 No I've not heard of him until now actually - must be someone else you're thinking of. I reckon he'll be making an appearance over at mine in the very near future though! No I’ve not heard of him until now actually – must be someone else you’re thinking of. I reckon he’ll be making an appearance over at mine in the very near future though!

]]> By: Matthew http://songbytoad.com/2009/06/adam-balbo-fix/#comment-23050 Matthew Wed, 10 Jun 2009 11:11:54 +0000 http://songbytoad.com/?p=6083#comment-23050 Yes, you reviewed it a while ago, didn't you Agnes? I've been sitting on this for ages, just not quite sure what to make of it or how to phrase it. Yes, you reviewed it a while ago, didn’t you Agnes? I’ve been sitting on this for ages, just not quite sure what to make of it or how to phrase it.

]]> By: Agnes http://songbytoad.com/2009/06/adam-balbo-fix/#comment-23049 Agnes Wed, 10 Jun 2009 10:57:46 +0000 http://songbytoad.com/?p=6083#comment-23049 Really love 'Obligatory Highway Analogy'. Hit the nail on the head with your description too Matthew, they certainly are a series of fractured thoughts. Very nice. Really love ‘Obligatory Highway Analogy’. Hit the nail on the head with your description too Matthew, they certainly are a series of fractured thoughts. Very nice.

]]> By: Drunk Country http://songbytoad.com/2009/06/adam-balbo-fix/#comment-23041 Drunk Country Wed, 10 Jun 2009 10:15:30 +0000 http://songbytoad.com/?p=6083#comment-23041 <i>Imagine a long, involved late night conversation which veers from elaborate digression to bare emotional honesty to peculiar in-jokes which twist in on themselves to the point of becoming entirely obscure. Imagine that this conversation took place over the course of about eight or nine hours, into the pale hours of the morning, and that instead of a conversation it was simply a tangled monologue. Now imagine that you had a tape recorder with which to capture this, but you only managed to tape a minute or two every half an hour, resulting in a a barely-related series of weird snapshots of a conversation you don’t entirely understand. Now set it to music.</i> Welcome, you, to The Waiting Room. Imagine a long, involved late night conversation which veers from elaborate digression to bare emotional honesty to peculiar in-jokes which twist in on themselves to the point of becoming entirely obscure. Imagine that this conversation took place over the course of about eight or nine hours, into the pale hours of the morning, and that instead of a conversation it was simply a tangled monologue. Now imagine that you had a tape recorder with which to capture this, but you only managed to tape a minute or two every half an hour, resulting in a a barely-related series of weird snapshots of a conversation you don’t entirely understand. Now set it to music.

Welcome, you, to The Waiting Room.

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