Our publisher is a cruel task master. His craggy face carries the scars of many battles. Wounded by sword and arrow, he is not a General to be taken lightly, and many nights our camps have been illuminated by the impaled, burning bodies of our enemies.
Yet, he has a sentimental side. He likes music.
So you look into the eyes (or, eye…) of our mighty publisher when he seeks a boon and tell him no. You can’t do it. You just can’t. At least, you’d better not.
So, by Imperial fiat, here are a few of his favorites (and they’d better be yours, too) that I have written, produced and performed over the recent years. You can show your appreciation by not murdering me or, if you are so inclined, by kicking into my Tip Jar.