Autonal Atmosphere

As the somber landscape fades into the autumnal colorscape, slowly marching into the melancholy tension of sleepy death. We inhale the lingering scent of sweet annie drying from the rafters as the hazy smoke of burning flower settles in the studio like a heavy morning fog. Through the density of the moment we find ourselves digging through another atmospheric tonal journey of free improvisational jazz records. This session allows room to breath and reflect, submitting to the moment as the leaves dance and the puddles vibrate natures soft sighs.