Post-Christmas double tooth pain travails coming down. Work your magic, birdies.
"At night fall, around even the meanest of ditches filled by the daily rain, myriads of toads and frogs struck up a concert, which, through its sheer intensity, muffled all other surrounding noises. When I penetrated the forest, I could hear bird species literally by the dozen and individuals by the hundred, all calling and singing together at dawn and at dusk... This time I have not devoted a side of the record to the presentation of species one by one, preferring above all to provide a musical illustration of the Venezuelan atmosphere."
Oddi wrth y brawd