ABSTRACT
I (Sean) was hanging out in a small park in Vancouver the other day and had my portable amp, microphone, and beat machine with me. I plugged in and began to improvise some words to a funky instrumental groove about the neighborhood, how it felt to live there, and what I noticed in my immediate environment: keepin’ it fresh on a spring-time day Glen Park's the place I remember to play got them trees blowin’ in the breeze I’m breathin’ deeply with a mighty, mighty ease
