Essence of My Dream

Back in the late 70s, my wife took our very young son out to Colorado to visit her folks. I stayed behind in Florida. I was a builder then and had too many jobs going to break away.

I missed her.

I had a new Martin guitar I’d bought a few months earlier, and during those days alone I wrote a song about someone I missed more than I cared to admit. When you’re young, even a few days apart feels eternal.

I’m performing it here on a different guitar, one with a pickup, so I could run it through a harmonizer I was testing for the first time. My Martin is too precious to drill into for electronics.

This recording was made not long after Covid.