NOTE: I’m haunted by hollow tones, breathy flute notes. Jammin’ guitar is more my style. But being haunted by quenas is different, because of the evening redness in the west.
Heineken Jammin Festival from MoukaDesign
From the Oneword ‘Overjoyed’:
Jaime had overjoyed it and she knew it. Tomorrow would be hell: headsplitting laughter, loss of good sense, elating ad nauseum… Best thing was just to not start joying in the first place, but it’s not that easy… She just hoped she wouldn’t barf. Because there was no stopping her now, she was too far gone jammin’ to the woo-ha-ditty and cha-cha slidin’ with the soulja boys.