After a prolonged road-trip Bardos happen to pass through my neck of the woods. I was relaxing in a lawn chair sipping cider and enjoying a mild autumn breeze when he walked up to my porch. His stringy brown hair clinging to his shoulders and carrying a small shoulder bag. We started out with a decent glass of Centenario while we talked. An LSD March archive was streaming off the back room computer to the living room stereo. He told me about his recent travels and I did the same even though mine were of a subdued work-a-day life while his were of roaming adventure. But adventure is adventure. We snacked on pretzels, dates, chocolate and salted almonds while messing with my synthesizers. Then we walked south toward the bowling alley and continued a little further to a caught-in-time lounge to get some pizza and drinks. As we settled down Old Man River texted in a message and I responded with our location. We doubled our pizza order and ten minutes later the OLD Man showed up. Conversation turned toward hardcore music trivia and the thick crusted pies arrived and time went way too fast. We all headed back to my shack and a few quick back slapping goodbyes meant it was all over. Bardos and Old Man River headed off into the nite. I set up a strange low frequency on the synth and had another drink and wondered when I would see those guys again. It will for sure be a while.
Hello Bardos where ever you are.
Hello Bardos where ever you are.
Third Coast EP 3 [75 minutes, 72 mb, 128 kbps]
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