This guy plays the flute like a mad-man on fire. Need we say more? Some say he went to a music school in cleveland, others say he fell out of the space/time reality vortex in a little ol city-by-the-bay, pied piping the masses into a vodoo trance. Grab your dance pants, don't forget your hyper-ventilation bag, leave your inhabitions habitually indebted to your free range of creative juices, dribbling down your chin, frothing on your embocure hole, permanetly staining your silver-sheen black. Oh, and don't forget THE NATIONAL DEBT, formerly THE THIRD RAIL, the duo Mark Gurarie and the voodoo griat himself put together to jumpstart a new range of emotional stock. These are the bad boys themselves, these are your nightmares, this is you "dreaming while wide awake". A shout out to the CAI that made us, holla to cleveland-on-the-lake, but Brooklyn, baby, Brooklyn himself, the county of Kings, crowning your money-pit existence with just enough sweetness to make the most bitter pill easily swallowed...