On the menu: passiflora seedling cake, rye bread toasted with homemade lilac butter. Howling through their branches, drawing prisms at the river bed. To drink…rose petal schnapps, strawberry milkshakes.
A little haunted jazz and ethereal wave to set the mood. Wear bells on your toes if you’re feeling at home…
Dream induced soundscapes include the playfully tender Misha Panifilov, the ever so hypnotizing Mapache slays/sways…and yet clearly lucid are the effervescent piano interludes of little known Okonski. Of course, we’ll feature the work of other fine feathered prognosticators dipping their beaks in the molecular hot sauce.