We lived in Virginia for a few years, and just up the road from us was the one-light town of Floyd. It is known for its mix of farmers and the creative hippy element that landed there in the sixties. The general store hasn’t changed in over 100 years. And every Friday night, all summer long, folks appear out of the mountains, some from even further, and there are pickup jams all along the street and in the alleys. This is a depiction of the spirit of that music using alcohol inks and black liner.