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| Please Mr. Smith, tell me! What’s your pitch? What is it that unifies us? There is something inbetween. Dark and mellow pads, interrupting clicks, a day in the life of Mr. Smith:
"Woke up, got out of bed. Dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup and looking up, I noticed I was late. Found my coat and grabbed my hat. Made the bus in seconds flat. Found my way upstairs and had a smoke. Somebody spoke and I went into a dream. Ah" (Beatles Lyrics)
That’s where we start...