Blog: The Gumshoe Grove

The Pattern Prism by Vowels (listen HERE ) hit me immediately. It was a cold, hard brick to the face on a Monday morning; several bricks, in fact, and each time one of them hit my gullet a snare, cymbal, high-hat or bass drum sounded off. It was painful, yet I found a way to derive pleasure from it. Mornings work like that for me. Nothing makes sense -- I don't want to eat, I don't want to talk, I don't want to do anything but find a [...]