"Blues"
Blues in shadow, blues at dusk ... along the ruff and tumble streets of Buckton. Each bar swimming with the solid dround of mellow streetlight. The folk come out and about at night, only - sometimes till two or three. The town howling out its own humming tune over the crisp night air. It's a good time to be a musician, cause your bound to the middle of it all - rapping n reaping your soul out the world.
There's the night lights for a reason ... a living burst of what's left; when the sun goes down and the mountain tucks it away. Magic Hour is all the rest most people get .. until it's right on to the next round.
Enjoy。
-Brendan Arthur Ring