Overdrive

In it's heyday Overdrive was at one point the single most futuristic record label to come clanking out of a sound system. It had no equal. It needed none. It was the shiny black subatomic chrome particles keeping gravity in check underneath the starfighter that arrived to take you on a mission to explore the deepest recesses of your ability to rave. It went for long and it went far. Further than anyone has been. Further than anyone cares to go. But the unknown is dark. And within the darkness' center is a hungry, mindless beast. Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos awoke from it's Trance. The eons of the lost began. The explorers did not stand a chance. The rot at the core spread quickly. The endless entrancing darkness became all consuming. The starfighter was lost. It remains lost to this day.

One day perhaps it will find it's way back home. I will continue to light a candle for this hopeful day. A small light to help it find it's way out of darkness and step into the light of a new day. May we see each other on that day and look into the light together.