Weirdo Coma Blues

As soon as I got out of the car, the smell of smoke, porch laughter, and music engulfed my body. A sensory tingle, the invisible lizard came out of his shelter and crawled up the back of my neck; that orgasmic feeling which props up your follicles for a second.

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Honkonen Glides Supreme On Take Me Home

Soft colors, sprinkled through a valley of gray nature. From the tinges of southern rock mostly tucked behind a hazy neo-folk sound. He’s opened a window to modernity for the sake of relevancy and creativity, and that spark is now fire. Matt’s currently touring the East Tennessee area in support of Take Me Home.