The time is 2005…January…the beginning of phase two. Young Greg Ashley, psychedelic wonder boy and leader of THE GRIS GRIS opts to venture out of Oakland and return to his roots of Texas, USA. Texas: Roky Erickson, Red Crayola, Sir Douglass…the purple haze against the greatest conservative political threat this country has ever known. The town of Kosse, Texas will become the birthplace of the newest Gris Gris musical venture. In a cabin…in the middle of nowhere…complete with many wooded acres, two horses (one white, seeming magical), a lake with a raft and a row boat (see FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH, part whichever), and enough…well…GRIS GRIS to last for three months while the music is created and laid down.