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Again at Abalone, the
four jerks spend a warm August Saturday toying with aural landscapes
while the trailings of Hurricane Dean wash over SoCal. You could
smell Mexico in the air. Colleen, Devin and Kristin dropped by
to sit in the van chairs and watch the jam. Songs of personal,
regional and global import were dreamed and realized.
Recorded with 2 PZMs
into Karl's Roland.
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