Smoky Ghosts of Big Trees sing for y’all: “The Sky Was Holding Him Down”

Our limitations don’t always come from whence we suspect. (Is that the correct use of the word “whence?” I know “wince,” but that’s different.”)

Sometimes, it’s best to leave the comfy chair, pack that gorilla-proof suitcase, and fly the friendly skies. Yeah, that flight attendant is TOTALLY into you.

Our attempt to bring back the psychedelic kazoo. And yes, we WILL accept a Presidential Medal of Honor for our efforts.

From “Collected EPs: Asleep in the Time Machine and Spooky Action at a Distance,” available everywhere.