One of the first David Mann pieces, as read in the beautiful compilation I just bought from Mr Grön in Skövde. It's cool to study since Mann's manner is not what it turned out to be later on. It's much rougher and rugged and it just blows minds. It's really what dreams and illusions are made of. Just imagine the warm breeze, the roar, the dust 'n the cool brews when you git there...
I wish I was a biker...
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