Magnetic Ear

Just heard from my man Martin Krusche after many, many, months. An ex-Red Hookian, he reestablished himself in New Orleans just in time to get battered by Hurricane Katrina. But the hurricane didn't put a damper on his mad saxophonal activities. He sends a link to the webpage of his band, and for the first time in the history of my interaction with the world wide web I couldn't help myself from just sitting there while I let the ill funk vibes of the sick Nwalins sounds, playing off the splash page, wash right over me. I listened for a while, and then finally clicked through to the information page, where I promptly ordered the whole album. I can hardly wait for it to arrive.

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