for solo guitar
c. 4 minutes
Written for Nestor Beveridge
I don’t know why I have a habit of incessantly talking to myself. A day hardly goes by without an almost endless stream of non-stop drivel and spiel spilling through my mind. There will on occasion be more than one voice, just chatting away.
Psychobabble is that insociable zigzagging and meandering from my mind.