The night will start off young and soft. Lighting, that of the TV static of the electronic bee hive. sound, that of the one too-much-cant-get-enough TV dinner. The night will moan on, cradled by soft animal hides, hidden in the sweet alcove of louder milk and moon. Then the night will take deep old breaths burdened by its inner dead cat demon. The night wont rest, it fights beats that keep beating. A ribbon of fat bass and loud samples, and drum beats that don't sound simple. Then random acts...[more]