last summer redding hunter hung out too long in cabins by himself, or when he was lucky, with his gal... dude went a little nuts went she left to travel... dude journeyed into his own lazy abyss, grew strange plants in the backyard... this cd is an aural journal of those summer days in the hills, the haunting dreams nobody can medicate away, and the memories both ecstatic and hellish that only cabin life will elucidate.

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