I bought Zenyatta Mondatta with my own money, back when I was a kid, and albums were at thing, and we were that family – openly ‘halfbreed’ and forever under suspicion, building salt enough to resist the constant grinding. I had to have it. It was weird. It fit. I was embarrassed by these guys,…
Tag: rhythm
1996: Green Mountain Road
all that lies between misadventure and disaster is this winding road the girl is in shock right thigh tied shut chattering, with her mom holding her in the back seat i drive, my stickshift purring slalom through penticton indian reserve golden grass, piney hills houses tucked and slumbering beneath bright sun of july this is…