Our family dog, Midnight, that had been part of the family for 12-years (we'd raised her from a put) recently passed on. I got to thinking about dogs and the afterlife and this song popped up.

For some reason, when I was young, I wanted to have a red headed woman ... until I married one.

A little ditty about hard times. Self inflicted or otherwise.

An old man's reflections about past love.

A poor boy's lament about the girl on the hill.

this is an excellent drone that a cello work complements.

It is the due Key level that is out in timeless blisters of thought bubbles.

sought of country blues

I'd never played a U2 song before this one. Tried to give it a bit of a Reggae feel.

Audio recording only, Me playing Merry Go Round of Life (Howl's moving castle)