I know this is a beautiful song, and my performances are by no means beautiful, but I'm sure Don would forgive me for trying. Reposted from last night. That version was clipping like a drunk person encoded it.

Closer to what I wanted out of this. It needs an intimacy that I just don't have.

Something old.

... a high speed conduit

The ravages of time prevent playing and singing these days. But I stumbled across a folder containing some old recordings. This would have been the first attempt at seeing what Daubigny's Garden would sound like in real life, as opposed to my…

Nobody likes to have their dreams stop at traffic lights.

Not even the chair!

Nobody likes to have their dreams stop at traffic lights.