Pops head over the fence

Time to blow the dust off my mossy head and re-emerge from my post-exhibition depression. Oh, I did record a collection of improvisations for guitar and voice with the entertaining stricture of having to be very quiet, since it was midnight in an apartment building with thin walls. What do you call a white man's blues? As it emerges from considerably less serious circumstances than the original, I call it

The Mauve.

As I was feeling playful, I spent a week making a dance remix of the same:

Mauve - The Dance Mix