Shrieking.

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood. Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
- Rainer Maria Rilke

Blackberry Smoke, "Good One Comin' On"

Chickenfoot, "Oh Yeah"



Los Lobos, "Mas Y Mas"