June 20th, 2004.


A vibe.  A beat.  A single swing from the deep, blue heap.  Taking no prisoners.  Call it what you want.  I see it how it is.

Singing, swinging, winging, winning from left to right.  Right to left, right?  The groove buzz hits.  How sweet it is.
 
Flipping.  Cutting.  Trimming.  Execution articulately satisfies.  Blast it.  Shoot it loud.  Saying what you want--use your style.  It defines you.

Partake in its game.  The big scene.  The real thing.  Meaning.  Truth.  It's all around you--just listen.

All different kinds--all different, yet all the same.  Sharing a bond.  Giving a message.  Kicking down the door with a radiant boot.  Let it in!  Let it in...  No need not to feel.  Undefinable.

Cup of fine dreams.  Goes well with getting lost in it.  Audio junkie.  That is me.