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.
Love these. Thank you so very much Bill