I am stepping out on a limb. This time it is about the song. I have no realistic aims at professional musicianship. I tend towards the traditions where music was a social or intimate art form practiced by amateurs who spent more time in the dirt than the conservatory. That maybe a justification for a poorer quality than what is available, so be it, but it seems important to share a little more than just fragments. The song is called Good Father.
The drawings are for Rima, Thank you for the honor.