Quote Originally Posted by Davey
This morning's Sunday run was like a hurricane! Little twisters coming to life behind the buildings as the winds were bent and shaped. Giant dried leaves whipped in circles, scraping across the pavement and making all kinds of eerie sounds. Bright sun and cool air. Nice

So what to play after my run? Hmmm, gotta be Noon Chill by Arto Lindsay. Sounds almost like the title. Kind of an industrialized bossa nova.

This is turning into Davey's weeked blog. Guess what I'm having for lunch today?
41 and raining in Las Vegas. Rain gets the twang up- NP: John Prine and friends, In Spite Of Ourselves. Wish the gear sounded better than it does today.