Several years back, my cousin composed a brief composition I fell in love with the moment he played it. There’s something about its trill that just gets me every damned time.
So, this Christmas, I got him to play it for me. We busted out the old guitar, which required some tuning (so give it a moment; this is a good minute of watching some dude you don’t know tune), and you can hear our brothers talking property and taxes and stuff in the background, but this here’s Christmas eve at the Entrekins’.
