home recording with a tiny bit of post-production. 3rd or 4th brand new one lately, and like the others born nearly whole, but this one got edited and rewritten over the course of an evening and this recording was the first time playing the final draft. Of the three or four, I think this will be the one that makes it. sometimes, for a while at first, they (songs) are like newly hatched little baby turtles on their way to an ocean of ears (with the twin vultures of silence and forgetfulness constantly overhead ready to swoop in and take them away to neverheardland, and only a giant, grey emotionless ocean of ears to look forward to…) all soliloquy and hyperbole aside, though. I truly do hope you enjoy it. The painting is by Evelyn De Morgan. Her paintings are breathtaking.
