In The Woods and Dreams

Woods - “The Hold” Duck Choir. Man, I got Duck Choir again. Why did I even sign up for this thing? You know, trying to meet people in this damn barren landscape, it's cold, maybe they have food, a bit of shelter. Plus, maybe meet a lady Duck or something. Never know. But now it's cloudy, it's drizzles, it's all just-stay-in-a-hollow-log out, and here I am, truckin' like some putz to Duck Choir. Late again, no time for a bite, always rushing, my damn coat half on, half draggin' in the muck. And I would quit, I really would, I would quit in an instant, old gray Ducks in their plumage and tuneage. If it didn't sound so damn harmonious. If those Guitar Ducks weren't always bringing heart and heat and sound to their playing, if Singer Falsetto Ducks weren't completely on point the whole damn time, oooing like cool sunshine and peaking their beaks out at the loud parts. Drummer Ducks, yeah, us Drummer Ducks do really kick it when we get going. I guess that's why I go. Bangin' that little shared drum really feels good when all you want to do is boom boom pat-pat-pat. [Buy the vinyl]

Ancient Crux - “In Teen Dreams” Haunted locker room. The kind of teenage fear appropriate to the circumstances. But I never won anything, I never proved anyone wrong, I never had sex. Spirits so tall they're more like moving walls than ghostly faces. The innocent melancholy backup singer, looking down in ratty clothes and snapping fingers, with gray sinister skin. [Less than 20 left!]

- Dan Beirne