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 up to conjecture and to that facet of the human mind with which every songwriter ought to be abundantly blessed: the imagination, and given that this inscrutable writer somehow becomes aware of suppositions made and adjusts his bearings accordingly, perhaps it's pointless to say anything at all! It reminds us of one of those paradoxes of science... and sometimes, trying to restrain oneself from typing while under the influence of caffeine is like trying to tell a songwriter not to write something that's already been written. Still, I can 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 dark and overgrown forest, home to naiads and 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 cares to remember. The first, 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 or a young girl carrying a small satchel that swings wildly from her hands, the contents of which we can only ponder. But once again, regarding that which no one cares to remember...