So the two positive flowest dudes that have likely ever stepped into cowboy boots and aviator shades descended on the spot. Like the coming storm, who's smell through the sunshine announces itself abruptly, so too did these two arrive. With acoustic guitars in hand, they strode through the gate to our back yard musical mecca. Instantly everything slowed down. Positive flow, like lowriders, ride a little slower. Reynaldo and Steven. Po-flo. With a tight t'shirt, brown skin, an exotic name, wholly reflective shades, and to my delight cowboy boots, Reynaldo arrived with his own theme song. It might have been my imagination, but I think it was the same one Clint Eastwood carried to his duels. As it turned out, copyright laws were in no danger of being broken because Reynaldo not only had his own songs, but his own chords! That's right. "Hey Reynaldo, what are you playing?"
"I don't know bruh. That's a Reynaldo chord." Effin Sweet!
Before introductions were satisfactorily pronounced, what could have been a jam session in an alternate dimension quickly morphed into
So, all kidding aside, we had a great time. Devastation is an understatement when describing the percussion at hand. For those of you who know about po flo, I hope you enjoyed. For those of you who were there, you know what po flo is. For the rest of us, this portrait of a life in free fall is coming into focus. Life is good, even when you are falling.
Thanks to Dev, Van, Steve, and Ron for the Jam and good times. Especially Dev and Van for opening their home and instruments. There was too much to do it justice in a blurb, but if you're wondering about the Terrence Trent D'Arby...We went there. Face!