Ocean Cliff Clearing (since cassette demos 1997)

. . . continued from Coursed (since cassette demos 1997) . . .

I was busy, but it didn’t seem like it. The spread of the country, then, was moment to moment as I traveled.

This particular smear of time began in a San Francisco backstage & continued through the next morning, sitting on a cliff south of town watching the fog recede.

I used to keep letters in a cardboard tube that came with a bottle of Knockando. It was with me one night in WY when the North Platte was rushing.

At the time, I was listening to a lot of Felt. I didn’t take the warnings. I was too busy.

Ocean Cliff Clearing (since cassette demos 1997):