with the keyboard having been reclaimed by its rightful owner (my daughter), found myself sitting staring into the defunct fireplace. with that everpresent slight hint of madness, i envisioned the popping logs, dancing flames and sparks and attempted to capture it musically. and the last ember that refuses to die when doused the first time. basic acoustic track for the popping logs, another to add sparks and flame movement, and a final one to get them dancing.
