Credits: Drums: Denilson Ardon Composer: Christopher A. Ardon Producer: Christopher A. Ardon --- This was supposed to be released last year, but, again, delays and whatnot from working with my cousin, Denilson. This was actually my first attempt at a "normal" song as opposed to the weird pseudoclassical compositions I'd been releasing up to that point. Ultimately, as Denilson was quick to point out, this did end up with quite a few classical characteristics, however-- the small fugal harpsichord part being a huge indicator. But I like it. I think it serves as a very nice fusion in that sense. The title and poem which accompany this song were an afterthought. In that sense, this song was written procedurally, with me simply writing whatever I thought sounded good and the themes coming later as I played it back. Even though it may sound nothing like it, the song was mostly inspired by Led Zeppelin. In particular, I sought to capture the timbre of the synths used in the last two songs of In Through the Out Door, which I am really fond of. The drums were even supposed to imitate Bonham in "I'm Gonna Crawl" as per the notes on the score, though Denilson went in a completely different direction, ultimately. I liked the final drum parts he produced however, so I decided to keep them. The production may not be perfectly professional, but I do think I'm getting better. Let me know what you think! And, as always, thanks for listening! The score and project files: https://drive.google.com/drive/folder... --- The poem which is very loosely based on the lead melody: There is a great feeling in the air right now. With summer's last breath, autumn leaves brown. What was old once now is new. Congregate together oldest of friends, who have helped when I was blue. Let our merriment never to end. But as smell we candy scents, let not the unpleasant times be forgot. Lessons serve us to repent of our wrongdoings and sins when we fought. Friends, reminisce, but do not sour through memory this our October's sweet hour. What we have is magical. Let it be cherished throughout all of Fall. Where have we been all this time? Where have adventures led us through the years? Sometimes we fall without reason or rhyme. On other occasions, we confront our fears. And though through all this, some of us are lost or grow cold, we'll always gain back our friends of new and old. --- Support the channel: XMR: 8BCBQPLV5fFD4QZeM668HAgU9gkai5tdhZUDmNc8FpnQ71EgboFavjDg7NBcrXkJcX2jd6RkKrb2CE19iUYnP9FTV2TVBoJ BTC: bc1qm47a0wn8hat2405mu354j4lexdzpfy0nnl8s4j PayPal: paypal.me/beanbagio