Those Appalachian Mountains are old old old, and they reach so high up that they don’t only catch clouds. Way up high in the atmosphere there is music riding on the trade winds; music from all over the world. It pours down the slopes of those mountains with their streams and rivers and straight into the water supply of the people living in the foot hills. The members of Marina Orchestra are drunk on it. Poly-rhythms galore sweat from their pores. Melody is their language and soul. An entire night out dancing with the moonlight and laughing until day break is their job. And those songs from way high up in the sky return to find the next city of people who love to live.