Unsung is a first step new venture for some friends who asked me to do this for them. OK - No voice except the sweetness of a band in time and a sax to initiate the discussion between brass. I conjure Mythos in mood in this piece by offering a joyous sprite melody line that begs you to drift into the warm embrace of note on ceiling. That's ok to let the sax envelope and enliven your spirit with its story as I speak to you in a familiar soothing language you instinctively enjoy, beta rhythm programming. I am trying to capture anticipation, the sort you get right before the Monorail doors close and you are whisked above the parking lot to an awaiting magical kingdom experience. The trumpet may be what Gabriel would retort to Eros's sax as a welcoming to all of those with feet that move, powerful virile announcements of one brass line to answer the reedy resonate voice of another - unsung, no Harbor Horn this go round.