The album plays with this rich black hard vinyl notes. Plastic dripped shining core. Gray cotton balls of fog float by, dense with distant valleys below. Mountains high above to climb. Extending in both directions.

Outlines of digital prints. Silhouettes. Three dimensional rapture. Large winded instruments plucking bombs. Floating horizontally. Aqua blue in their approach. Landing deeply inside your throat. Feeling the thump.

The fireworks over shore. The floating fortress. Next to America’s oldest city. A symbol of oppression, slavery, freedom and revolution.

We look up in the air. Bombs coloring, painting inside your cerebral cortex. Filling the vortex. Ten thousand souls on this hillside. Looking deep inside. For how can this cause so much joy? How can sharing this moment in time with color, with sound, with space, with you, matter this much? Like chocolate.