There is no one single sound of the desert. The desert is a collage: wind rusting creasote, reptiles scraping across, communicating birds overhead. Cy Dune's Desert, the latest dispatch of sun-damaged blues from Seth Olinsky of Akron/Family, reflects the noise of the Sonoran. It serves as an audio companion to the spirit that fueled Edward Abbey's Desert Solitaire: "...feel that raw and rugged earth...draw blood! Why not . . .
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