Flutish afterthoughts

For the record (not that this will surprise any who know me) I reject the Can You Top This? model of Music History.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)

It is well that war is so terrible; we should grow too fond of it.

— Robert E. Lee

In January of 2020, I wrote a wee flute/harp lullaby for my friends’ newborn: Pour la petite Joséphine. I reached out to a guitarist friend as to the feasibility of adapting it for the guitar. Also, when I showed the piece to Peter Bloom, he suggested substituting bass flute. Three years later, here I have finally made an attempt at the guitar adaptation, and I await the guitarist’s feedback.