… that I would let April pass without my annual infliction of my musical masterpiece (there’s no other word for it) Mud Season Romance? This particular version overlays an acoustic recording with some electronic ornamentation contributed by, then, teenage sons, Jacob and Patrick. Their Iron John hostility is on full display. If you listen closely enough, however, you can still have the Meaning of Life revealed. Don’t be fooled by the daylight …
[It is Mud Season in Vermont. After I lived in Vermont for a couple of years I decided that I was enough of an expert on the state that I started writing about it. (This phenomenon of “newcomer as self-appointed expert” is a consistent source of irritation to my wife, Silverbelle Sandy, who is a native Vermonter.) Nonetheless, I wrote this song about Mud Season that I think of as my magnum opus. I inflict it on any audience I have at this time of year. One memorable comment that I received on this song was about halfway through when someone asked “Doesn’t this song ever end?” SB SM]
I like it!
You are a true visionary!