Imagine a winter's night. You're walking in the middle of a big wild forest. The wind howls around the trees heavy with snow. The full moon shines like a ghost in the starry sky. And then, you hear something, not quite like the wind. Something like... a melody. Not so far away. So you walk towards it. And the melody becomes a song. And the song plays now clearly in your head. And now you see an old caban in front of you. A tiny window shines with warm light. Not the light of an electric lamp, no. True fire light. You place your hands around your face against the window, and you see three shadows dancing on the walls. In the middle of the room, you see the owners of the shadows. They are playing guitar and singing. On the far left of the room you see a bottle of whisky. And now the faces turn towards you. The big guy plays a Bminor chord, the small guy walks towards the bottle and the girl makes a move with her head. The move says "Come on in, it's getting cold out there".