The solo at the end

The voice. Oh. The voice.

And then the guitar solo at the end, which is still on my list of solos to get out of the guitar. Ufff. I have a list. The list does not care about my calendar. The list waits.

I am not a critic of Amber Mark. I am a person who hears a voice and then a solo and thinks, okay, I have homework. Design homework and guitar homework. Both are real. One of them looks like a job.

What it is. It is that. Headphones louder than they should be. Rewind the last thirty seconds. Again. I will get it eventually. Or I will die with it still on the list, which is also a kind of love.