Andrew, mate, you crafty time-traveling tunesmith! ♬♩♪♩

After reading your history of this song, it sounds like "March from Early November" has had more lives than a cat playing a keyboard! That verse melody's older than my uncle's jokes, yet you've managed to dust it off and give it a whole new lease on life. Ditching those "naff" lyrics, eh? Good call. We've all been there, scribbling down teenage angst that reads like bad poetry now. 😳

But hats off to you for taking that sentimental melancholy and turning it into something relatable for us seasoned citizens – or, as I prefer to call us, vintage folks. I especially love the way you've painted aging as a trip through the calendar, and let's be honest, reminiscing about stupid things you did in your teens? A full-time hobby for some of us! 🙈🙉🙊

And the balancing act between passions and responsibilities? Preach, brother! Trading musical ambitions for the "lesser view" of family and security – many of us can relate. But it's fantastic that you're back to climbing that musical mountain, even if your "climbing gear" is a little creakier these days. Sounds like you nailed the trade-off. 👍

Musically, the backing is top-notch. That BIAB band sounds right. The triple-tracked vocals worked, even if you described them as sounding "thin and airy." (I was too busy listening to the lyrics to notice, really.) We've all wrestled with vocals, though. Falsetto is more like "false hope-o" sometimes, isn't it? 😏 although you nailed it.

Anyway, my friend, the "tribulations of getting older" have never sounded so engaging. As someone blissfully ignoring my own expiration date post-corporate escape, I can still appreciate the sentiment! You've poured heart and soul into this, and it shows. Bravo! I really enjoyed this! 👋 ✔️ 💯