Hey, I'll have a texture sandwich please, on time, toasted (by the sun). Actually, hold on the references too. You know, nothing prepared at all really, just throw it together, really dense in the unexpected areas, lots of space, room for everything - melody, rhythm... Mmm, in fact, give me all the dynamics you can, like light refracting in your childhood face empty field in the summer afternoons. That's right... Splatter the harmony everywhere, unpredictably if you will. Don't want to recognize any of this though deep down I know I've always wanted it, to some extent. Oh and on the side? Hmm, don't know yet. Something with no insecurities I suppose, lot's of patience... It's gotta know when to come in, when to evaporate and reflect or invert. Right... well, give me some of that love over there. That looks great. That's it. Perfect. Yeah, that's to stay. Actually, wait, to go. Thanks.