I know summer's almost over, but I came across this photo in the libarary the other day and wanted to post it. I miss having a fire escape. I used to have a really good one, too. Excellent view and extra scary.
In my head promises are made, bottles are drained, fists are raised, seasons change, and a couple of would-be revolutionaries bike across town. In my hands is a guitar. In the practice space with me are some of my best friends.
You can hear the results on iTunes or at our site. Thanks for coming to visit.
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