Somewhere down the road between the Appalachian mountains and the Atlantic O, you might find an old and yet legendary recording studio. Outside in the yard, between two takes, the drummer and the hand bassman are cooking eggs sunny side up on the burning hot hood of the sound engineer’s truck. He doesn’t know. Inside the dimly lit control room, the music is as fleeting as a thought, a bird, a minute, an hour. The weather forecast has announced thunderstorms. Closed eyes, open heart, Lisa seeks direction from within. Blue Stories are running fast and free in the fiery Carolina summer. But, when’s it gonna rain?