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Maxwell Volume's Notes from a Parallel Dementia

Sunset on Synthtember 2025. Done! Thirty songs hath Synthtember. Behold the behemoth.

“Better to Regret Something You Have Done Than Something You Haven't” by jlmxv

Strawberry flowers. More heat, more smoke, just more – as I stagger to the finish line tomorrow. Another 2am special, with all the wobbly bits that that entails.

“If Not” by jlmxv

Flowers, substantially smaller than they look. Hot and bothered. Urg.

“The Blasted Heath” by jlmxv

Flowers, as small as they probably look. Hot, dry and smoky, echoes of the 2019 bushfire season.

“Fern Gully” by jlmxv

Flowers, smaller than that might first appear to be. Out the other side of the tunnel vision, and PS Bang the stones together, guys. Another 3am special aka more clangers than a Postgate and Firmin production.

“māt Iškuzaya” by jlmxv

Shepherd's delight. Lurgy leapfrog and a day in the kitchen. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Haldī” by jlmxv

Methinks tis a yellow flower. Medicated post-flu sinus bounce-back doldrums. Chicken soup.

“Pseudoephedrine and Ibuprofen” by jlmxv

Methinks tis a flower. Not quite as recovered as I'd hoped and hoping it's just a blip on the blop. Ear blocked so who knows how this actually sounds In Reality?

“Serial Bus Eustachian” by jlmxv

A purple flower, yes it is. Large doses of ginger, garlic, turmeric and horizontal later, and I'm back on my feet (in a somewhat woozy manner of speaking). Turning The Table.

“Recovery Position” by jlmxv

Flowers ahoy. Sick today, but amazed myself by recording something anyway. Finished a fantasy doorstopper that's been dragging on interminably.

“Phoning It In” by jlmxv