This is a tune for an old friend, two, as it was really written with two Witchers in mind and heart. Jay, among other things, including being a musician and a character, makes beautiful harps, all kinds. He makes his home in Houlton, Maine:
They and their hospitality often come to mind, and as the New Year was coming in and I was thinking of the Witchers and their place out in the sticks outside Houlton ~ this tune came to mind, another one I found myself lilting while jigging about the kitchen and preparing hot spiced and spiked punch…
I was hesitant to submit it, as it just seemed so familiar, except for that second ending, then the subject of compositions came up in discussion ~
The following was in part responsible for me adding this today, to swing the percentages on a ‘short’ survey of submissions for the week bridging 2006 & 2007, 2001 & 2002, for comparison. I could have chosen denser periods over the last year of high percentages of the self-composed, like this number…