Notes From the Driver

Andy:


Driving across the country so far I start to think of roads and cities in a different way. The cities are kind of like a giant heart. It sucks us in and we unload the tango circus, teach, play and dance tango. Then by the next morning it spits us out (with little sleep) and we enter the vein (highway). The heart pushes us along our way through the veins as we are sucked to the next city.

So then, what are we? Our red Buick is a blood cell fueled by really old fossils, pumped out of this heart with admittance from a credit car with a giant yellow M. When we are seated in our blood cell car we, the musicians and dancers, are not really moving inside the car. We are blogging on this computer for you.