Expeditron!

So, more of this you will in the following days probably seeing be. A murky as yet undefined expeditron (sic) into the heart of catskill darkness (despite the blazing sun, mosquitos, malaria etc) it's an inner darkness we are intimating here. Or, to put it another way, an essay at putting our bodies where our mouths were, and getting out there, looking around, then (mostly) coming back.
This is intimately linked to our beat project so - watch these airwaves. Other voices are emerging.
Nostalgie pour la boue? Vous plaisantez...