His cave may be a twenty-minute climb away, above the twanging green frogs, the black-throated green warbler's zoo zee zoo zoo zee, the cedar waxwing's excited, lispy wheezing, the vixen's querying
squawl, the territorial owl, the white-throated sparrow's dauntless whistling, the wild turkey's gobbling.
A no-nonsense dirty club joint, peppered with fat bass
squawls, an infectious driving beat and Kele's distinctive vocal.