Ghanaian Blues! Rocknroll in the jungle and ont he desert and in the tubes of the poor houses. Corrigated iron heating up and fryin dead dumb possum scum.
Meditating to Ravi Shankar. Feel like I'm ending up in a dream. My head is overwhelmed with imagery and ideas. Every now and then I'll be able to make it back to my breathing where in the moments after my out breadth, I feel an intense energy. A moment of dying? Of living dead?
