I need to set up my studio and stop recording in the master bedroom closet. It’s a nice space but without a multitrack system I can’t stack the harmonies easily, so each track is sung against the primary melody in the hopes that I’ll get enough harmonic movement. As a result some of the chords are a mite sloppy. Next time, next time.
As much as I miss the greens and whites of northern Wisconsin, I’ve long been in love with the purple orange sunsets of the Arizona desert.
This song owes much to The Sons of the Pioneers, especially by way of Michael Nesmith’s album Tropical Campfires and the songs Moon Over the Rio Grande and Twilight on the Trail.