boreta sonically strokes my brain in aaaaaaaaahhhhlll the right places...
yum

so in tel aviv, you aren't supposed to light fires after sundown on sabbath.
Therefore, you put a bunch of grains and meat and honey and oil in a pot with spices, and light the fire beneath it in the afternoon... then you drink mad liquor and party your ass off all night and in the early afternoon when you finally roll over and sit up, the pot of hell of slow cooked magnificence is ready.

Honestly, it looks foreboding. Intimidating. Possibly much stronger than you and it definitely is an undescribable blend of things you cannot quite identify ,but as you begin to dig in it provides layer upon layer of substantial goodness in ways you had never anticipated.

I think that this is a pretty good analogy for boreta.

boreta tastes betta with budda.
sonic-chronic dipping butter sauce for ya ear, that is.

god i love this man.
who else will drink fancy barleywine with me at 4 in the morning after recording vocals in my shower in a puddle of green paint?
no one.
and who will hang out with me in my hot tub for two hours talking about halucinations and spiritual quests and the meaning of music?
and eat a pound of fried sage?
pretty much no one can top this one. sorry.

hmmmm... the Iceman Himself...
cool as a cucumber,
sweet as agave nectar - you know, the kind that spikes your love levels instead of your blood sugar...
genuine and true amidst all the hyphy hype...
witty and sharp as a knife....
yup, this one's a keeper, folks...
and according to many reliable sources, the media's got their Justins mixed up, 'cuz though they say that Timberlake's bringing back "the sexy," it ain't got nothin' on Boreta's sounds... yummm.
rainbows adorned the air when we met, and i know now that the joy he brings to people's hearts is the pot o' gold.. in fact, i think i see an irridescent halo 'round his noggin... even with the tuffguy dark sunglasses. :)
you're a good one, j-bo. thank you for being.