Liner notes
After a long night behind the mixing desk I'd go home and the only thing I wanted was quiet, ordinary mornings. Kettle on, washing on the line, nobody asking me for anything. I wrote these two on the same grey-gold week, humming over a slow guitar loop with the amapiano shuffle turned right down. They are my slow-jam side, the Sunday-barbecue-before-the-barbecue feeling. I hope they make your morning feel unhurried.
Kofi Ansah