The second album will sound like it sounds. There will be a world of individuals looking to compare it to something. Our only hope is that during their attempt to compare, they can suspend their attempts to grab at familiarity long enough to enjoy a song or two. After all, that’s what it’s for.
The tunes are like soggy cigars floating in a grand canal. The tune is the red, setting sun on a silty riverbank. The tune is a pair of leather boots being broken in. The tune is the moment of impact, the lip of the wound, the healing wound, the scab. The tune is the woman’s […]
Thoughts on the first BOLABIT album.
The first section of I-94 completed with Interstate funds (under the Federal-Aid Highway Act of 1956) was a 12-mile (19 km) section between Jamestown and Valley City, North Dakota in 1958. North of Chicago, I-94 has been widened from six to eight lanes from Illinois Route 22 (Half Day Road) to just south of the Wisconsin […]