Welcome to the blog. We are moonrunners here. We see letters in the moonlight we are nostalgic about the water and our watery depths; the heathen vapor rising as the ancient waters seethe and bubble far below the surface of our newfound emptyness.
The moonrunners began as an attempt to chronicle the experience of living on the fringe.
Many late night sharing sessions and other moon-related activities coalesced into a music hell bent on uplifting the downtrodden and down-laden of all tribes and tributaries, feeding the spirit, and unifying the very creation with a uniquely soulful midnight howl, an anthemic reverence, and a wide resonance.
Listen to them...
The children of the night
what... sweet... music... they make
for it has been uttered,
"from nowhere to here we got tips from bone chips"
break it loose with my jinglin tooth"