Acrillic Figa is back
My experiences at the 15th High Sierra festival last year have become Difficult to translate into writing.
Somewhat troublesome
Especially moments of speechlessness - how can i
Explain these audio experiences?
Please enjoy yr Mixed drinks -
400 miles long my body stretches
My waist ranges between 40 and 70 miles wide
I swing to the west
Near to my eastern thighs are
Several peaks
Multiple peaks rise more than 14'000 feet
The highest of the high sierra peaks is called
Miss Whitney at 14'495 feet
Miss Sierra nevada covers about 30'000 square miles
I love her
The last time i tasted and toasted with miss
Sierra nevada she tasted
Of honeysap
Not like mountain dew, or 7 up,
This mother tasted like severn peaks
Dipped in lemon guinness honey lavender
Hickorysoma stuff
And the clouds -
Reconfigured and attenuated by music by
Machine man mountain smiling interfaces
Semi-detached Souls play their own groove
Melody is groovy
Stringy glue that binds a good festival together
Instrument, communications, Jamin
Plateau of brewskis in the sky
Blended
Grandma sat knitting a mountain green orange purple shawl
The earth: a tied dyed rocky jazz jumper.
Folk, bonded with RV hookups,
Tent pegs of friendship, tissues and snackaroonies
Silver kegs of ampegs
Fireworks, cameras, charcoal grills, fun lovers
Smouldering naked vegetables
Pale ale vision
Cooking and smoking hot
Ready for eating
Bound over with electric
Acoustic soul-rebel miles reversed fingered into G's
Feet Davis tripping
Over
Buttered Tickets and slugs in the night
Flip flop beauties wave,
Lost my one flipflo
Thats why i'm hoppin
Got the Tahoe blues
Super Syncopated swing
Smoking Hot pyjamas!
Garaj delta greetins
Surprise bluesman
And clouds
Gabby Frisel
Mixed drinks
Mixed music by the wind!
I Dreamt only last night of
Drumcircles amplified by forest television
I seen it man,
Branching out through dreams in woods
Circlular dreaming of percussive drum carts
Drum and golf rovers, drum and pace racing
Taka tin taka cycle
My smoky dreams all Hazy and glazed
By lovers water spray
AH....
Keeps lovers cool while in the musical meadow
Dewy misty mountain top, low cut
Tao drops te ching te ching taka ting taka ching
My tongues on my chin
Whoa!
Hot hips, whoa!
Her of the funk spirits, awake the groove conscience
Absolute dissapears behind a shrub
Ranges meltone
And i dreamt off again:
>br>High up, bound with mountain manring
String bands strong bonds,
Seduced by dead kenny G's theory in A#
Syncopated, electric sex
Banana slug mastersounds
Hot buttered flowmotion
Alo Alo
What is this sound?
Tiny mountain blue claypools swirling
Ten mile high tidal groove
Flasks full, a pocket of trees
And the clouds
Free peoples
Bliss them conspirators
Natural bridges dechorded, meltone into perpetual grooves
Blue ocean Jazz machine versus
Mountain sky bluesman
And the clouds
10,000 feet, moving
Vibrating over 30,000 square miles
Sneakin out for your musemeant and for the nocturnals -
Kimock Williams and friends
Al Howard lymbyc system
Surprise me Mr Davis and
Bill Frisell and
Dj williams projekt
And the food, yes!
I've sketched a kinky railroad earth poem
Ode to the clouds.
Ride with medicine snake tracks up the swimming claypool
A Monsoon and tidal joy feast
Old freight train chuggin, upright bass
And the clouds and violins mix
Parked myself in a jeweled waterspout Garaj
And the clouds
Folklore medicine prophet show,
Samantha Stollenwerck and many
Groovy bands play
I'm meltone.
let me set the scene:
Wonderland
I wonder into the Sierra nevada
Mountains in Spain
In mind.
Sitting peacefully with Blue turtle lotus
Yoga showboyz and girls
Oh, the girls!
Keep Tahoe blue! and other pools and lakes too
Everyday is like an old school earthday
Mixed strings
Everyones acoustic soul-rebel orchestra playing
Without a pause
Benevento/Russo delta Duo
Cloud Orchestra play for free
Tickets are $145.00 each!
Alekorophobia nation surrounded by more ninjas.
Dirty notes and Jackmormons with spearheads
And the clouds.
Reggie Watts, Gabby La la, Mike Gordon and Jamie Janover
Tide of Lotus delta.
Seeing Jon Cleary
And the Cloudy mixed
Notes
Band looped after band of snappy nappy smoothies
Wrapped up in String theory
I'm still, sitting still
Sitting with ice cream
This is paradise
Perpetual dreaming
Up and up again
To the Goddess of funk
Skerik Syncopated Septet
Dancing shivas
Prisoners of conscience,
Meltone. Sitting. Watching fear dissapear over high yonder.
Pfft into the clouds
Sketches of Jessica Lurie
K23 Jazz odyssey
A natural bridge appeared between times.
Super Festival string theory i call it.
Hightimes. Spacetime. And the clouds
feat. Eric Mcfadden and Wally Ingram
Soul music haze
Blending and bending musicians
Players all in shape
Two gallants; Papa Mali and Mother hips
Mother Mountain greetings, and to the river
And to the clouds
High up and far off in marshal mellows
Absolute monster Sierra mountains
Huge!
Festival spirits in abundance
Sleeping bag critters like stoned Slugs in wonderland
Prophets and Gentlemen
A congress for peace inside the music hall,
Government mule rides for the good folk
I felt Bill Frisel'd
Funkt 'n out
Never felt stuck in the jamhouse tho
Happy drinks are happy drinks, right?
And the Mahal gas stunk of
Hot buttered flowmotion
Loverly
Sparkle and prettyness
And the clouds bring many cools spells
Grandma mountain is casting air spirals
Up dresses
In the barn i saw strange animals
And the Mountain remains unnamed
Unknown, silent -
What must it be like to be a pebble
NO PARKING GARAJ FLY HIGH SIERRA by flyagaric23
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