A disclaimer–>  I don’t really like disclaimers,  here’s a disclaimer:

My timing has never been great, and in many ways this next track seems misplaced, like those moments I’ve been caught bursting out with laughter when the room is stone-faced, or vice versa.  Here’s the thing,  this incident happened a few weeks back and I jotted it down.  It struck me some, and would have made a nice segment on its own, something about staying true to the Christmas spirit and such, but would have left far out of sight the story(s) behind the story.  I tend to do that.  For reasons, I decided not to leave so much film on the cutting room floor with this one. Still I hesitated to press send and it sat while we had a baby and the universe shifted. Misplaced now right, so I hesitate again. Several influences, some comfortable, some un, keep nudging me to share it instead of letting it digitally die in my draft outbox.  My lady is a big one, she helped me and saw in it what I/we saw in it. Another influence I must acknowledge is some corresponding going on with the Rockwell side of my family. They gone deep, what cuffs me?  In my sort of way I guess this is a nod in their direction.  Track 27 is also a bit late, against what I’ve set as a personal trend of “logging” what’s been going on in my life or mind during a given week or so in time.  Yet, today somehow it fits.

At a glance it’s a bit darker, so avoid for now or altogether if your belly isn’t right for it. These things show up on smartphones and work PCs, I get that.  That all said, this track is redemptive on some level, and darn good I’ll say it. Much goings on in it,  I guess like me.

Your time,  thanks for it.

Wes