practice. (fly ft. ganavya). a fly is a kind of black bird too, I imagine (guest feature, the fly responds in real time to the invitation to fly: parappai, parappai, blackbird— fly. its wings sing the same note). getting used the instability of notes in the yaazh. instead of getting frustrated, sing to the yaazh, said an older sister. so I sang today, both our skins too dry for comfort. I know to moisten my own lips, but not the yaazh’s (yet). this isn’t the song I expected would come at the end of the day, but it was the right one. anything I play right is because of the years @charlesovertonharp and @maxridleymusic played it alongside me (taught me). of course, even if it’s a beatles song, you must sing it in tamil when singing with the yaazh. May the freedom of every wing be protected. A fly, a blackbird, a karunkuruvi, a woman’s. we are all just trying to find our way back home. please, let us fly in peace, let only love be the wing beneath our wings.