Is just a borderline”
Out of the mist and carried straight through to the next track laced with Borderlines. It must have been a challenge to rise up to Joni’s pure passion poured onto a page. Every word, every lyric is so luscious with devout meaning. It leaps off the grooves of the vinyl from John Mailander and the Forecast. The tender violin chugs away from the battle onto the sunset of peaceful obscurity. But It Did Happen. The 3rd track is like the conductor tapping the music stand. The work is in process. On air. Keep time. Speed up. Do more. Growth for the sake of growth is cancer’s motive. This is growth for the sake of growing, blooming, fulfillment. The music rises and falls, builds and destroys, and almost completes the circle until it devolves into madness. No one is built for this box. Percussion is the prescription for presumption. It’s broken with passion, fashion, redemption, and asymmetry. Anarchy protesting the plastic genetically modified, not meant for