No posts recently because shit has been hectic. Driving 10 hours each way to ass crack Michigan to attend a wedding. Running back into town to teach. All the while trying to balance the bullshit that's becoming a millstone. A man needs a break to reflect. And this is definitely the proper album for some blissful moments of solitude and deep meditation. As a member of the Dream Syndicate, Rainy Day, and Opal, Smith has given these ears hours of mirth. If those names meaning anything to you then I doubt you'll deny your ears the pleasure of being filled by these cosmic tones.
Transmission 8417 - It Ain't Nothing But
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