Over the past two weeks, my right wrist and I went from being bosom buddies to frenemies to not-quite-BFFs again. I take full responsibility for the falling out, however, because I was the one who had been pushing it way too hard. At the height of the conflict, my fingers had swollen to the size of vegan Vienna sausages and I could barely move my right hand without pain radiating all over the place. Thank heavens for the help of ice, Ibuprofen and my raggedy little brace: I don’t know how far things would have deteriorated without them.
On a happier note (no pun intended), I am glad to report that my wrist and I ceased hostilities long enough for me to finish programming, arranging and initial mixing on “Come Grab My Hand” (yes, ironic, I know). Full automation is on its way but in the meantime, you can dig into 1m 33 s of deep space yumminess below.
