feels good to get lost in a good fluid jed, the light at end of the tunnellin' jokester's mountain. Barrelhouse vince, weir and lesh and fire jer bear

Hot, glinting Deal. early Brent is evolutionary days for the party songs in the ouevre, great tiger smoker!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Snz5k9PkXTk magisterial jamming

bobby puts his hand over his forehead as if looking out on a bright day on "other times i can barely see"

jer bear sings this one beautifully

excellent one, jammed out and haunting

this one isn't rushed to be over with, attention to details!! Just cats slingin lines and licks across the room, across the north pole railroad transfigurational religious journey

rounded and loaded, really nice one. Another major yet low key east coast gig.

Habanero cerebral mercury opal meditation on maelstrom winds in the heart's home. Botched transition -Don't be scared. - to a gloriously fluid and tight slip, fountainous eruption of stoically gorgeous garage thrall. Tiger 10000 mph, polychordal pillows of silk form pastrami for the devils to toast their streams of consciousness terraforming the dome and floor. Houston would you like to switch to pleasure bar mode in premium class? Drones doing alpine parkour through deserts in all universes in an indistinguishable simultaneity coaxed into mundanity so as to feel as if flying through rainbow gullies, dunes, caves and such. Magnificent glorious winged machines flutter to new horizons. Baptizing balsam clogged mud boggin' hitch hikin' zip linin' leanto lake side ferry crystalline Franklin's. Frantic, lean and silly putty linkage of simple flight and ambidextrous direct emotion. Organization of communication on the rise

cowboy jer and poetic urban delivery, as if washed clean in the garbage rain of the park