It hit me in the spring, like a Norman downpour. Piece after piece, day after day, guided by experience, I rediscovered the joy of making music. Once satisfied, I sent a selection to my manager. I had gotten into the habit of regularly sending him half-baked projects, and he had gotten into the habit of no longer responding to them. His text message, sent at 1:10 AM: "Damn, this is good!" served as a commitment. Wipe Out, and its 7 songs, would therefore see the light of day.