The Brief History of The LIFE of DAVID HARLOW...

(Absque Amoris studio, praeda Mortis occidam.)

Not a lot is known about David Harlow; where he is from, where he is now and how his musical ideas came to be recorded are all largely up to conjecture and to that facet of human thought with which every songwriter in Music City ought to be abundantly blessed: the imagination, and given that the inscrutable songster somehow becomes aware of suppositions made and adjusts his bearings accordingly, perhaps its pointless to say anything at all!? It reminds one of a paradox of physics and metaphysics...? but then trying to stop someone from typing while they're under the influence of caffeine and oatmeal is like trying to tell a songwriter not to write something thats already been written.

And so I will tell you how sightings of David Harlow have been made in a remote agricultural area that seems to have been forgotten by people of modern thought and considerations.? It's not uncommon, once Spring has become more than just a longing for another chance at life, to spy the young?fool running along the edge of a thick, overgrown forest, home to naiads, dryads and other lesser gods and animals, chasing some small, spry creature while in turn being pursued by another, the likes of which no one has seen before, or at least no one chooses to remember.? The first creature, the object of our hero's pursuit, usually appears to be a rabbit though it sometimes looks like a squirrel or a ferret or even an elf, and occasionally there's a young maiden clenching a small satchel, the contents of which we can only ponder...