A musical piece made from a recorded telephone message from Yvette, telling me what I needed to do to get set up at Enoch's- one Mardi Gras many many moons ago- before the madding [or was it Madden-ing?] crowds descended like a plague of Humvee sized locusts on da joint, and I couldna park! Mixed with various and sundry Acid loops- arranged by DD- an apropriate DAW for such an occasion- a bit of Monroe Mardi Gras disco-memo-rabilia fuh yuh, and posterior-ity. Shake a tail feather.!mhhh hmmm
[c]2020 Doug Duffey
