I feel like Rip Van Winkle. I’m not sure how the hell it happened, but one minute I’m sitting here watching the munchkins open presents at Christmas, and I blink, and what the fuck? It’s April? Wow. It’s like the start of 2012’s just zipped past…
Wow. I’m still trying to stagger back to my feet after Summerfest last weekend, but damn, apparently the world’s moving on without me, if this weekend’s any proof. It is looking like a fine, fine weekend, y’all, starting tonight, Friday, June 10th…
More than anything else, I find myself wanting to point over to fellow gentle indie-folksters Fleet Foxes each time I run through Pepper Rabbit’s debut release, Beauregard; the music made by both bands unfolds slowly and deliberately, warm as a blanket yet still seemingly fragile…
