rising up from out of the ashes of ashes or charred firewood... well not really rising up at all just kind of there. four tracks. friends. traymore. dellwood. playmore. music. noise. playing shows. no poise. sometimes. make more noises. howie. sean. mikael. earol. alex. dylan. leeann. stow. adam. lawrence. mark. clark. betsy. and spencer one night at art bar when he played drums... then took home the karaoke machine when everyone else forgot it. but we left the power on and had these dollar store batteries in it and they got all leak like on the insides of that thing. after that... stranger sounds. from friends. it's a band. we play some songs...
Let the cedar flow like the rivers and mountains with the bears, buffalos, wild horses, indian women with baby, wolves, and anything else we are weaving for your cedar-fied dream catcher to stick in the mist of objects hanging on your cedar wall. Okay, this is the last time I am typing cedar also.
You should have come out! We just bought a couple bottles of sweet tea vodka sand lemonade, its the shit, and we just hung out at the secret bar underbelly. Saved you a wrist band with the underbelly logo... Its pretty sweet!