harps.

trrrrrrreats!
duders,
i went ot the post office and what did i find?
an harmonica hurricane.
four fresh ferocious face harps.
is that a hohner 'blues bender' in Bb?
it sure is.
obviously.
it says so right on the box.
huge bendy blues brotherly notes.
nice.
uh-oh.
what's this on about?
did someone say eastern europe?
i think i can hear that yiddish gibberish mayhem.
check the hottness:

thanks to my favorite danish duder,

mr. lee oskar,

i've got that folk magic fever.

i mean, the guy used to be in WAR.

warrior battle stereophonic flavor,

in the keys of

A minor,

Bb minor,

G minor,

all minor threats.

yep.

harmonic minors.

that's the soundtrack score to

savage stormswept raging gyspy battle-beastliness.

and it's SO good.

***********

word up.

i spent the evening tatblastin' my friend amber,

and listening to good music.

day off late night workload layabout style.

that's how it goes.

during the daytimes,

pre-blast session,

me and the missus murdered our 'to do list',

we also got some sweet threads for the spring season.

that's how busy business gets done.

today,

however,

is a reading day.

and maybe a cigar in the garage day....

it's happening.

the lull before the storm.

one week until minneapolis.

i'm resting my voice,

and my spindly ape-arms.

one week.

and then the volume and the intensity

will resume the competetive cacophony

of east coastal crucial cataclysm.

eleven.

all the time;

never quiet, never soft.....