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I had a dream a few nights back. I was standing at an intersection when I saw a large man, or possibly a large rat brutally t-boned by a 4 door sedan. I left the scene as though nothing had happened, and made my way home. I arrived at my step, and went for the door knob. As soon as I touched the shiny hunk of brass it turned to shit. I couldn't believe it. I could no longer enter my own dwelling. I tried to push the door open, but it turned to shit. So I began to grab everything around me, all of...shit. I woke up, and I immediately made an appointment to consult my local gypsy psychic, Suzy Certain. I met Miss Certain, and she interpreted the dream. The foggy ramblings of the old woman made little sense, and certainly did less in easing my anxious mind. I walked the same route home as in my dream. I hit the intersection, and saw no rats. Just cars driving too fast, and people moving to slow. I arrived at my front door, and grabbed the shiny hunk of brass. It turned, and that's all it did. I went inside to try to make sense of it all. I put a record on, and the first song I heard was "Filthy Flowers." I put my headphones on, and the first line that blared into my ears was, "In the asshole of a gutter I have found a little peace." The dream made a little more sense. Thomas Function is the ever advancing pursuit of impossible satisfaction. Emerging from Alabama in 2007 with 2 singles, they've since released 4 more singles and the highly praised LP "Celebration" with the Bomp! imprint Alive in 2008. They've played countless shows in venues ranging from some dude's bathroom to the Metro in Chicago and onward to some dude's kitchen in Sweden. Endless touring, and an upcoming LP on Fat Possum, "In the Valley of Sickness," insure that their pursuits were not in vein.
--Winston Niles Rumfoord
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