a little rain must fall

[voodooman85]

master dUb tune

[guynamedan]

Hail the hornsman in his glinting majesty, untramelled in the platt field, chirping in the cherry orchard, dancing through the nut trees, sheep bleating, dog barking, the furtive figure of a fox gliding by. Layer on layer of brass on brass builds a temple of sound as dense as the foliage itself; the tooting trumpet, the squealing sax, the stately trombone, and the lilting flute carrying the sound of the passing rill in the pale sunshine and quite, black night.

[guynamedan]

Deep in the shady darkness of a vale, several hindered spirits are to be found catching at the music we hear naturally in the everyday environment of the open air. Born the currents of the inner cityscape but now at plot on a garden farm, our vagabond of freewheelers are set about wide spaces both without and within and answering the whistling reeds with those of their own.