Mix Trajectory: Strings flowing into the truth of space. Winding down into a soilish purity. Dripping away with a soft psychedelica profound and stupid. edging closer to bass yet holding back with deep restraint. A statement is made and with it comes... stroling through peculiarity we arrive tilted, bouncing because? Finally, laying low in the froth of neo-electro-soul.
Photo: Me Petoskey State Park