I composed this work in Stratford-upon-Avon and recorded it in Royal Leamington Spa over two days. I have been experiencing problems with my left good ear—I think a Banshee has possessed it—so my hearing is not particularly encouraging at the moment, but I soldier on. I am as stubborn as a mule.
This is a very rough sketch of an instrumental that will eventually become a music-accompanied poem on the second album I am creating, alongside a multi-disc work. I thought some might like to have this real-time version as a keepsake rarity, as it will say goodbye on 10/07/2026. It will return with the final album.
That is me whistling in the photo, by the way; I am not the stranger-kissing kind.