Off my cassette tape of the same name, a play on the little story of "Touch of the Master's Hand" - when an old beat-up violin wasn't getting any bids at an auction until an old man pushed his way up to the front, rosined up the bow, laid it across the strings and made it sing like an angel. This cassette collection was taking my already minimal style back to basics with a child's simplicity - bright primary colors in an imaginary innocent world. This one title piece is the only bit of tender introspection on the tape, among the energetic and some would say "overly" sequenced pieces.