Art by John Baizley of Baroness
I’m sure I’ve posted this before, but, hey, I’m feeling it. This reminds me of fall and my generally peaceful morning commute. I take sort of a shortcut to my office, and part of that includes a pretty stretch called Parker’s Mill Road. It’s kind of a rural area or at least it feels like one as you pass cornfields, horses, and spilt-rail fences. There’s a lot of low-lying areas that overflows with dense fog if you hit the road at the perfect time. Regardless, and holy shit, why is this article turning into a novella? Any way, the crux of the biscuit is that this song reminds me of those foggy fields. Guess I have my morning music picked out for tomorrow. Thanks for making it through that freaking back-story.