Ok, so sitting by a roaring fire in a beautiful log cabin in the woods near Whitby (as in the landing point for Bram Stoker's legendary Dracula...), wet socks steaming and glass of chilled wine to hand, a tune called Harlem Nocture came on. That's a great sound I thought to myself, so Stefan and I recorded it when I got back a couple of days ago. I actually think our tempo is a bit under so we may re-do it if we get the chance...and the steam from the socks bought a hot night in Harlem a tiny bit closer!!!
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