a small beat from Luna Pier
I've been residing in Feedback City, diving off Luna Pier and swimming out to surf the distortion waves. I do this when I am bored which, as of late, seems every night. There is nothing new under the moons. Or maybe, I just can't see the wave for the muddy bottom. Either way, I spend the cold night floating, watching stars and tracking moon light.
The truth of the matter is, the Verite has been booking nothing but canary pitching scat. I hang in the corner, stroking the caster and wait, wait for the cat with juice. Nothing shows and most nights, by the rising tide, its time to head out and clear the air. A couple shooters of hand me down mix, a couple plays of 'phane, and I gotta surf. At the bottom of the sine, it passes the daylight.