Hold the pose. Stay with the strange chord. Breathe into the discomfort. Do not resolve to the major. By the end, I had not become flexible or commercially viable. But my back hurt no more, and two songs existed that had not existed when I started. One began in E-flat and wandered somewhere I did not expect. The other is just the sound I make while attempting to stand up. Both worth investigating. The hotel room returned to being a hotel room – bed unmade, towel on floor, tiny coffee packages waiting to disappoint someone. But for an hour it was a yoga studio, rehearsal space and emergency songwriting facility. Touring is full of rooms designed for sleeping where very little sleep occurs. It is satisfying to discover they can also be used for waking up.