Ocean Cliff Clearing (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.
