Joe Satriani weather

Beneath, the rolling hills like a backup ensemble: a piebald pattering of dun and olive drab, constant and muted but rolling and firm, grounded in every sense as the season stands on edge.

Above, clouds race south led by harsh white wisps running faster than the wind, their pre-gain set slightly lower than it should be; below and behind them the grey-to-black bass and mids swoop along the hilltops giving the real meaning of melody.

D'y'know Joe? Can you see it?