It's snowing up here island style. Cold rain and snowed us all right out of work for the day.


I loved this record when I was a kid. There was a copy in the record collection at the farm where I grew up. I don't know who brought it, but they left it behind and I found it. The cover was as strange to me as the music inside and solidified in my imagination jazz as some outlaw underground operation that lived on a mystical diet of universal knowledge, hash, and hand grenades. I loved it.