Walking along the beach early one morning, I heard this music in my head, I wondered why, who... I realised it was for Luciano, my father, who was close to passing away. I got to the school where I was about to teach, and quickly sketched out what I heard.  Later that afternoon, I arrived home to hear that he had died. Grief-stricken and weeping, I went upstairs later that night and completed the work.

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My father, a man I didn't really know that well. He was a tortured, twisted and deeply conflicted soul; even though we had reconciled and forgiven towards the end, so much was still left unsaid.

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The funeral and service were in a few days. I needed to play this for his farewell because it seemed to be ordained ... I had heard it even before he died.

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I rang Shane at Megaphon Studios. I told him the story, but the studio was booked out. "No problem" he said, "I can come in at midnight." Rudi and I recorded it; no rehearsal, we just went for it. Shane would accept no payment... we were all equal, supporting each other in the face of life... death... the great unknown.... Blessed be Shane, and thanks.