Earlier in the day I think I saw Chris Johns stagger in here. Its been some years old friend, welcome aboard. Come to Seattle anytime.

About the sounds: this stuff goes back, to me its classic in the kind of way that never gets old, always hits the spot but is best served with a stiff drink late at night when the house is perfectly quiet with the flatscreens on mute and the internet locked in that weird lull that most bars see between 9 and 10 at night, between the regulars stumbling out and the thunderheads roaring in. A pirate would call this a Slack Tide.
G’nite sorta. Im off to lurk quietly.