The ritual percussion of Mark Rushton‘s “Chuck Bird” is just that. The track, at a tad over six minutes in length, is a sad elegy for his friend B. Charles “Chuck” Bird. The opening percussion sounds like a distant talking drum — a small, circular pattern of light pounding, above a foundation of light ambience, and, true to its subject’s name, a smattering of birdsong. Shortly after the halfway point, the pace doubles, as what might be a bell tone chimes in, the resonance bringing a new momentum as the piece makes a slow, steady fade out. That we should all go so peacefully.