This and the next post constitute a package of songs I wrote in the early 2000s, but should have written in the late 80s by the sound of them. And oh, what hideous names I chose to call them. Bolerical (which I guess isn’t too bad) has a few musical shout outs to my man Ravel. Coming Down must be some reference to chemical recreation, but I had stopped such antics by that time, so who knows what I was thinking when I named it. And Grit just sounds gritty. Lord help me, it was a dark period for song naming.