Really catchy bluesy track and some fine meowing too.

You were the chosen one Mark and you were obviously well liked and trusted. I always feel like I have escaped the rat race, when I stumble onto your very organic and natural cloud. Stay well and well stocked up for winter Mark

Cats have discriminating tastes, especially one that has had a few adventures in life.  He knew he could trust you sensing a kindred spirit, a huge complement.  I don't doubt that Darwin likes your music too, we all do, and I enjoy reading your track notes that double as a journal of husbandry.  It does come through in your music and notes that you love what you do, and are doing what you love; that's a fulfilling life my friend.  A wonderful job on this release:)

This track has such an intriguing sound design, mixing vibes with ambient textures in a really creative way. The layers unfold beautifully, keeping you hooked and fully immersed in the present. A unique and captivating piece!

I find your songs and commentary deeply satisfying, Mark! Cool!

Hello…. So who is Darwin the cat… really? I suppose just an old recluse like me. An older cat who I was tasked with cat-sitting this summer. Initially, I never saw him. Ha. Then one day, he appeared out of nowhere and we became best buds. He became talkative and encouraged me to ask him about life. I would ask him something and he would tell me all about it. So of course here’s a song about our shenanigans. A simple song. Ukulele, vox, and some finger-tapping keyboard percussion. In other news, tiny chickadees have been following me around the yard when I water, and a new generation of rabbits hang out near the small patches of red clover I planted around the yard... They stretch out and relax in the shade during the day. I laugh at them. The raccoon(s) come through late at night, and sometimes I hear them scream, which does sound weirdly unnerving. A hawk is in and about hunting the yard for small birds and whatnot. The birds in the yard, head into the spruce tree branches where the hawk cannot go. I built a small branch wall around the fire ant mound back by the compost pile, as someone keeps digging into it, maybe the coons or possibly flickers trying to get at the larvae. Now the mound is really built up as the ant colony has worked feverishly to rebuild it. That particular ant colony has been here for decades. Plenty of apples and wild plums now, so I have to be alert when going outside late at night, as maybe the bear will return in the midst of hyperphagia, to gorge on the apples. There were some deer here briefly as well. I have begun autumn chores in preparation for the long winter here and have taken to eating apples and plums from the trees, as I take a break from my chores. I could be a bear… hahahahaha. And of course, I’m getting old(er), more forgetful, and wondering what the future holds in store. Hope you’re all well. Thanks for dropping by, Mark 

Darwin And The Evolution Of Catharsis

Hey. I am a late bloomer musically. Initially I started on acoustic guitar, then within the last 4 years: Banjo, slide guitar, dobro, recorder, harmonica and singing.  Most of my songs are rough, unpolished, unpracticed, recordings made on an old laptop. Thank you for the love and support, the insights and ideas, the camaraderie and fellowship, Lammbone

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