www.shipwrek.com The voices you hear in the background might be your own. Maybe you laid in your bed that night and listened to the rain while I held a mic out my bedroom window. Maybe you were the stranger who played a bent-bugle solo into my laptop on the side of the road, or the bearded heathens who whistled in three-part harmony for me in an alley. Maybe you left me the voicemail that I turned into a violin or you knocked on my door just to see if things were going alright.