Summer in Winter

As it turns out, my little staycation has resulted in a musical creation, or shall I say "recreation." How fitting is that? I decided to remake a tune that I first released back in 2010 on "I of the Storm." I played all of the instruments on that version as well. Mark Christianson played drums on a version in 2018 on "Spontaneous Design." The isolation booth in the new studio space works great, and I believe that I have managed to track my cleanest acoustic guitar recordings to date on this recording. The cover art is from Davinci AI. My prompt was "A magical transformation of summer to winter with guitar and piano." It got confused when I also specified bass and drums. I had originally intended to simply test my acoustic guitar recording setup. So, I took the Taylor into the closet and put the lotion on its skin. Kidding. I don't put lotion on my guitar. Who does that? Some kind of rogue lanolin junkie, I suppose, but I digress. I ended up recording some drum grooves and fills, and Borg enhanced the tracks with quantization nano probes. Then, I sequenced the grooves / segments of the performance to fit the composition, more or less. The groove was conducive to this tune, so I just went with it. It's a happy little tune. "Summer in Winter" is simply about the joy of winter in the South. It was in the mid '80s today. Sunny. Beautiful. We went for a long walk through castle land. It is sooooo beautiful this weekend, so I decided to produce this little ditty. Creating music for one's own amusement and amazement is the bees knees. Not to objectify bees or anything, but I feel more relaxed after doing this. It gave my mind a chance to leave the neighborhoods where it frequently gets mugged. I'm back in the psych hood tomorrow. Working on an interesting psych evaluation. I can't tell you about it, or I'd have to kill you. Again with the jokes! Man, I slay me! The track is now scheduled for distribution so it can be found wherever you typically look for music. If you look under your bed, it won't be there. Boundaries, people!