One Night in 1967

I’ve always felt that music is emotion set to sound, and that composing music is the process of weaving together pieces of life’s memories and experiences into a kind of audio fabric. Sometimes the fabric is comforting and soothing, other times it’s uplifting and joyous. And there are also times when it’s sad, or even unsettling and jarring.

This piece was written as I sat one winter evening thinking about one night in 1967…

 

 

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