Just a few instrumentals for a leisurely listening with Lucy, old memories and a little imagination. I'm sure you've met Lucy before, she's very fond of instrumental music just like you. She's particularly fond of acoustic guitar & piano music, just like me. In fact, I think she's the one that gave us these inclinations for instrumentals back when we were very young, when we didn't question or need explanation for every detail of the cosmos. You've probably just forgotten.
That's why nowadays I call her "Poor Blue Lucy". Everybody seems to have grown up and forgotten her. Now you pass her off as that soft whisper or intuition or that strange feeling that causes you to pause and smile at that new music that seemed to have come out of nowhere. Surely you didn't think the writer's efforts by themselves was capable of that.
You see she's always been sort of built-in to instrumental music by the writers and composers throughout the years who have been guided by her to begin with. She's been sort of everybody's co-writer at first, but some artists, in defiance, have ignored her influences even to the final mix. That's why some instrumentals simply can't make you feel much better than you already are, no matter how many pianos and acoustic guitars they have in them. Well, that's just how it is when a writer wants all the credit. It's a free will thing.
How do I know her real name is Lucy? She told me. She said it was a name that any small child could easily repeat and remember in any language. I met her one day when I was a very small boy wandering lost in a tall wheat field. She was the young girl in the diamond of the blue cornflower. It's a wild flower that use to grow all over the world in the same fields along side of most common crops. I didn't question the advice of flowers back then, at four years old what she said seemed feasible to me. She said with just one deep breath the fragrance of the flower would open my ears and the music that followed would lead me home. I found my way home by myself alright, so I suppose it worked, although for the life of me I cannot remember the music I must have heard.
Or...maybe I have?