(Flow: Paolo Carcaomo and Logan Castro)
Jammed with one of my great friends last night. This was the product of an evening of enchanting impromptus and sleep deprevation (but oddly, no elicit substances. Hmm, I guess we’re just good musicians!)
I told him (as he was tuning his guitar, hence the slight out of focus between the tones) that I was just going to start to flow, and that he had to flow along. Hence the name. Enjoy!
Can you please hurry up and be here so we can music. I’m really really desperate to record with you again. I need that substance in my life. Just. The music and the making. I needs to be done.
Um….. YES! I’ll be up this next friday! And then I’ll be there! And not coming up for a roundabout fart-trip that leaves me wishing I’d done more. Year of the win will be victorious indeed methinks!
Okay. Good. Transportation will be a vague issue since I live kinda far from the campus these days, but we’ll work past that. Our music making in itself is enough to bribe someone for a ride. I mean, who wouldn’t want to hear our imrpov sessions? Someone who isn’t awesome. That’s who.
And who will argue with that logic? No one, even un-awesome people will realize the futility in disagreeing with that logic!
