Written by Greg Connor

A little winter time strum along!

Ah! My favorite Saint. Tuned Congas, glass-beaded shekere and bass cajon. 4/4. BPM? Heaven knows. Had the headphones blissfully off for this one.

Looping with nLog synth app, with Glenn's bass on top off it, and some ebow.

first my apologies to J. Pachabell second, my very best wishes to all my AT friends who make sharing music here so wonderful,, hope your holiday season is most wonderful and filled with love, peace to us all r

Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.

When they came closer, they saw that the house was made of bread, and the roof was made of cake and the windows of sparkling sugar Brothers Grimm

Union of mind, or in us both one soul; Harmony to behold in wedded pair More grateful than harmonious sound to the ear. John Milton - Paradise Lost, Book 08

This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…