Music

A fabulous album to hear at 4 am, bleary eyed, just getting to work at the bakery as the overnight shift is wrapping up, way too energetic for my half asleep brain to handle. Hearing that distinctive voice grow louder in the still morning darkness of a small college town. The last lingering weekend revelers reluctantly finding their way home at the end of their night as my day just begins…

20 years later, I’ve managed to keep it in rotation through dying hard drives and iPods-having lost the copy of a copy that I had ripped it from to begin with.