Dear Seasons, please forgive me. 

As you may recall, it was a miserable, chilly, rainy day when you came by for your session in February.  I was not in a good mood.  I was thinking about how I might stay warm, huddled in the rain between each session set, in the midst of five bands for the day.  I was not focused on your performance at all.  (Hey, I didn't have headphones either, so I had no idea what you were sounding like.)

Plus, there were alot of you.  You crowded the studio.  Having come in from the rain, it was a like a sticky fog in there.  It was all your fault.  I just wanted your session to end. 

So imagine my surprise when watching your session videos this week to see that I actually missed one of our best sets of songs.  While I was on autopilot, you were delivering the kind of passionate performances we always hope for.  

I've now got your session videos in heavy rotation on my computer.  You play emotionally-charged, rip-your-heart-out rock... but I also like the way you went all Radiohead on us with the mind-bendingly good "Homesick Atom".  Unlike Thom Yorke's alien wail, your howls of pain are more authentically human, shrieking "goodbye" to some mysterious being...

So I am grateful, Seasons, that we have this keepsake from that dreary day. 

Perhaps we shall meet again.. and next time, I'll be paying very close attention.

Sincerely,

Ted O'Neill