"Never did know how the Uke of Spaces Corners wove them mounds of spook through such innocent jam jam dillies. I reckon it is what must be the outlandish croon, or perchance that lonely electric guitar plunk. Ever it functions, sure leaves a rippling, swelling watermark of the solitary songmanship. Jangling in mulchy fullness, but reflecting a singular dream, apparition." -Valhalla
