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It has always disturbed me how some parents, children, or friends can calmly accept an idea that their loved ones might burn for an ETERNITY while they walk the streets of gold, playing harps, or whatever. It’s sad that so many millions of people cling to the cruellest, most horrendous god belief because they are afraid of hell. You have to be some kind of monster, yourself, to truly worship a god that would have created eternal torment for finite crimes. Especially, the crime of disbelief. If I actually believed for one moment that…wait, I honestly did believe it. For three years, from the age of 12 to 15, I was tormented by the idea of my family being tortured forever and ever. Their only crime? Disbelief. I was willing to suffer that same fate because the idea of a heaven without them was unthinkable to me. When I left the church, I fully believed I would go to hell and I didn’t care because I was done worshipping a monster.

This my nostalgic tribute to New Year’s Eve. This swing-inspired ballad begins with idea of warmth and celebration with champagne toasts. I was born long after the Swing era ended, but this is the music I remember listening to as a child, often in the old B&W movies we’d watch on television on Christmas and New Year’s Eve. But beneath the sparkle lies a deeper plea: to remember the pain that shaped our music, the truths that built our nation, and the voices too often scrubbed from history. I invite you to honor the past. All of it, not just the parts we cherish, but the ones we must reckon with. It’s a toast to memory, a warning against erasure, and a reminder that beauty and justice are born from truth. Whether you’re dancing with your sweetheart or sitting by the fire, let this song be your ritual: a melody for the turning of the year, and a vow to never forget.

When I set out to write “Ghosts of Midwinter”, my plan was to begin with a verse that spoke of the fun Victorian tradition of telling scary stories on Christmas Eve. This tradition is far older than the Victorians, but it was going to be my starting point, and my song was going to morph into a ghost story. That was the plan, anyway. But as I read a bit more, I decided to go back to the Pagan celebrations, the building of Stonehenge, then how the Romans embraced Christianity (starting with the upper classes). In spite of all efforts, and even though many “lower class” Romans became Christian, the Winter Solstice traditions could not be squashed. By the end, I had a song that whispers both history and mythology. But most of all, the very nature of the human spirit. I hope once again that everyone, however, you celebrate the season (with or without gods), finds ways to come together in peace and in love.

this song is about introverts who try to show their love with actions and reactions instead of words - I wrote this because I am an introvert and it is so hard for me to talk about my feelings I show them with my body. Something like I am just too shy and nervous around the person I'm in love with - this song is meaningful and describes the feeling of trying to show somebody the signs you try to give them

A fierce rush of obsession and desire, beauty that overwhelms, breath stolen by attraction, and a mind losing control under the weight of irresistible temptation.