The music, each set a
different style, will trick listeners into feeling like we’re in a rickety aircraft,
dipping over magnificent landscapes: the ocean waves crashing so soft below we barely believe in motion outside the mind; dead mountains poking like nails through the
crumbling, white ground; trees so dark and purple we misread sky blue. Dots of
wild buffalo, birds, and flying fish. Kicked dust, sheets, and boots. Tornado houses,
sand-storm jewels. Waves and waves of heat. And then, salty lightning and rain. First, hard. Then the kind you like to walk home in.
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