what is nice about this, is memory. it was nice of them that they came. recorded as it went, uploaded unedited, jessa's cry to our own. music is in what we make out of what we hear, not so much in the sound itself. i had wandered for hours looking for sound of the Yakshagana drums (chande) never to find one. it was wind blowing across window.
here is that headset mic recorded stuff...
Jared, Amanda, Jessa and me..
i heard Krishna killed himself after he heard this post! he wont be around to come!!:)