Drastic melodies for a pause before they refresh.

Cymbals and french horns addressed each other as if they were long-lost friends.

Out of the space on the left, sprinklings of menacing merriment mixed with masterful meandering and mirth.

A new coat of paint is so old school that perhaps it should be spelled painte.

The Old Painte Shoppe is where you get goode grubbe and delicious dainties.

Now we’re back to the present, let’s launch the small rocket for the weekend.