The storyteller returns. Dust in my blood, I'm pushing back out into the desert. The Great Karoo is calling: and then the rest of it. It's healing music, these Blues.
But the Blues is also this journey: close to the wire. The hot wire. A journey through life. This place where all things are possible. Or should be. Where stories hang like dust in the air: drawn to the heart by the rattle of the Bones. N'ganga.