I'm back in Georgia again, sprawled languidly in the basement, my lazy limbs brushing the collars of my variously assembled dog family... This song for me is a sort of security blanket, an old friend in which to confide mangled truths. I have hidden the poor thing away from the carnivorous ears of my friends and knowables, so I think it fitting that I reveal this splendorous light maker from the quiet cavernous sanctuary of my Basement. The band is thee more shallows, a san franciscan three piece... The song is from their first album, a History of Sport Fishing, a 2002 project that was contrived, set loose, and recorded, awesomely, in a basement.
It's a song that has bored it's way into the frontmost of my lobey bits... Hope you enjoy it, all three (or four) of you that actually read this.
Thee More Shallows The Perfect Map
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Uh oh. I think this just started a new kick for me! :)
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