Arrived at the Tobacco River after a long day's ride. This seems like a good place to sow milkweed... I just wish it were as beautiful sonically as it was visually. It could be the perfect evening place to watch the sunset and listen to the birds, except for the RVs running gas generators, single-stroke dirt bikes motors, and people blasting music on there way to their Friday night fishing and partying spots. I figured since this campground was so noisy I might as well do a trumpet improvisation, but as I set the recorder down some grass brushed my banjo. This had interesting sonic possibilities, so I opted for an abstract exploration of "invasive grass as plectrum"
--Caracol