Another one bites the dust. 2012 is but an annotation in the ledger and 2013 grabs a seat at the table of transformation.

This time of year always foments a desire for regeneration. I suppose it's part of our make up. We walk around shedding dead skin cells daily, oblivious to the decay we leave in our wake. But testament to our durability, we unconsciously recreate ourselves as a function of life. Wounds heal. Shorn hair encroaches upon our shoulders. Fingernails which were the victim of stress push pass the cuticle. You're either growing or dying, ya dig?

Last year seemed rife with so much madness I wanted to put together something to counteract that dissonant energy in the air. No musical thread other than music that makes ya feel deeply. Throw some more coal in the boiler and enjoy.