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My return to real drumming with a romantic vengence. Acoustic guitar and Mandolin weave around eachother all the while under my particularly beguiling spell. The song is a slice of south austin in the winter. Sittin on the porch in blue light, smokin out in the cold crisp night, watching the moon go down and all the night sounds around. If cats was angels and angels was cats I'd sit a while longer to hear a song like that.Kraka