Ther is no limit on BS. It's just the long, warm days of summer drawing people out, away from their computers to places where the beer flow freely and we can wander amidst half a dozen differnt bands competing for our attention, crossing continents and eras with their styles.

And this place is? It's either Rapaire's Libary, or the summer festivals. As the year cicles round again, Moab will demonstrate her unusual synchronity, and rise unstoppable...