After the long night, too much beer, too much conversation, too many memories. It's Sunday Morning, folks.

Get up! Get down! Now, get busy!

When all is said and done, we all walk home alone.

An heroic jam for an heroic character.

With the winds of creation streaking their faces, our heroes take flight into the deepest recesses of the Genreverse. Come join them.

The theme from the novel Leadfoot Angels.

A song ever in need of a title.

They stand up and sit down, infinite myriad impulses contraidicated by evolutionary imperatives.

The heavy strings sigh and sway, building towards menacing elegance.

Now with more cowbell! Yee haw!