If I try to reply in the prose and verse of an 18th century poet I fear, lest I stand, shuttered and tattered, admist the fury and tempestuous winds that blow ill, I might, pray tell, falter and perchance, yet not surprisingly, find myself prostrate on yon hardened surface. Myself, yet to rise up and in the end, shake off the dross that doth entangle and asaile and to simply find a victory where none wasth appear to be.
Yet somehow, to recount the musical fusillade upon which mine own ears were assaulted in a most sinister and spritely manner. All that can be said has been said but nonetheless, I shall once again attempt in my best intention and with all due honest as is befitting a comrade in arms......

Mighty fine job.


You can find my music at:
www.herbhartley.com
Add nothing that adds nothing to the music.
You can make excuses or you can make progress but not both.

The magic you are looking for is in the work you are avoiding.