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Snarky Puppy
The Good Man Delivered and The Best Is Blessed
Alright you dog; give it here.
But she's not listening. Try and give chase.
In a minute you'll slide into I don't even know where with it snarling at you, up almost to your breaking point, yet as the good master knows; never quite touching. Ease back into the cold pool.
Looming. I think, is the way Snarky Puppy comes on; like a pitch-black cloud with you can clearly see sun just absolutely blazing through giant abscess – Crushing and quick and nimble and gentle and faster and still and STOP. They'll read you like a book, swinging trumpet bells out of control, with almost the arcs of their colorful sound leaving wakes…
Somewhere between where you were and what you will be after listening is where they'll be. Just try and hang on. Think Disney's Lion King’s elephant graveyard under a rainforest of Planet Earth, and you'll be bungee jumping.
In What We Give and Take.
I don't believe in Karma.
I do, however, know for a fact that members of the Karma Exchange have twice now ripped me out of myself — upstairs; heavily engaged in something devious — to send me tear-assing down through 2 floors of house – hitting the basement running flat-out as to hear whatever it was only two of them were laying down in our wonderful, underground, and of course; completely illegal venue.
I hear alotta music in our home. It's the kind of place that teaches you to value silence and I’ve taken note: these gentleman are the only ones who've controlled my locomotion to anything like this degree.
I’d not heard a note until the first exposure through two ceilings and floors.
After; The effect was so immediate that immediately superseding my tickling ears I find myself panting slightly in the musty surroundings of our spray-paint infested basement's walls.
Whatever this is is not an attempt to in any way put my finger on what it is they're doing, even-though I can and plan to do so; this early on it won't help either of us.
This is an attempt to make you go to google.com type in the words “karma”, “exchange”, and “myspace” into the text bar below the colorful words we all probably use too much, and after clicking on the first link provided to you; listening to a song of your choice. -cjl
-Christopher Lafond