A great swath of sonorous ponderance.

Yet another track from The Lines That Divide.

The opening track to the album of the same name.

May have to change the title of this one. Still not quite what The Tenth Street Bridge brings to mind. Close though.

The timeless haunt of immigrants and day labourers. Great food, great stinks, great parties!

30th Ave. One time jazz capitol of the Midwest. So of course we went bluesy.

Ah, Jackson Street.

Once more. The previous version we uploaded had a tragic mixing flaw. Enjoy.

Our first foray into hard jazz.

The last track for the album. Now for the fiddling around to commence.