etc., recall the word
resoldered here
in a pane of sand.
— R. Kenney
It’s out. Jesse’s posted his 2009 Inauguration Mix.
Superb track curation, tasty scratches, all mixed live like a guy who knows what the hell he’s doing.
My contribution? I am a spectral fraction of the crowd-cheering waveform from the Grant Park speech layered in. So, yeah, I’ll be demanding royalties.
Pull it down and turn it up.
Clowns at the circus
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