The thing about instrumentals is, you can call them anything you want really.  The endless choice can be overwhelming.  If you’re not careful, you may end up not choosing anything at all.

Written after seeing Kusturica’s wonderful film “Underground”, with its exuberant, joyous soundtrack, this one travelled for years under the nom de guerre “Circus Girls” because that’s what it sounded like to me.  A place holder title really.  

It wasn’t until a couple of years ago, stumbling across the Degas painting (proof that humans can, indeed, fly) that I realised who this song was written for, all this time.

Miss La La at the Cirque Fernando, this one is for you.

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