Moody music with a slightly darker edge was what we wanted and we ended up with “Writer’s blqck”. That must have grated because what we came up with next was this.
Much more the thing.
Fewer notes. Fewer notes meant a much lower possibility of straying into chirpy happy melodies, our weakness.
Fuzzy borders relates to a misremembered phrase my mum was using at the time, something she had seen on TV. I think the actual phrase was fuzzy boundaries.