14 songs from warehouse-squatting expat phase of redding hunter 3 summers ago
this time, story's pretty much embedded: some joe, broke despite more-than-fair reviews for 1st album ('cuz o' constant cavorting w/crooked characters) escapes usa w/last 300 bucks to an el dorado of ample warehouse-squatting opportunities in tinytown toronto, where ross-wearing mellowbodies float non-aggressively thru you'd-forget streets. in this oatmeal city he rediscovers the sexuality of mediocre sidewalk banjos, learns old trade of lunch-buskers, and ultimately returns post love affair to find no temporarly lover can hold a candle... maybe never shakes that love, maybe never should.
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