It started as the fallback safety-soundtrack: Always at the ready for dinner parties of mixed company, late nights chasing deadlines, filling cracks in conversations, drowning out things that go bump in the night. But after a hundred spins or so, sketches of stories started night-swimming out of the echoes. Then they beached themselves in my brain.
Such is the case with “VCR”. There’s not much to it. It’s just another night with you and me, speculating superstars couched by the TV.
And that’s alright. And everything’s going to be OK.
Because you… you just know.
You just do.
