the year of the ox
by the time that "to the moon" cossetts "abandoned" on its other side, you're somewhere new. and then you're blown away by the SOUND of it. beautiful. ethereal. expansive. how can human beings create this all out of nothing? it's still the same car, and the same road, and the same world, but it's somehow larger and more wonderful all of a sudden. (oh, that flute!)
jen kearney and the lost onion have delivered the goods. this is a record that's gotta be had. no, you might not be able to get yours personalized by your favorite member(s) of the band unless you come down to the blue shamrock tonight for their next show, but even so it's guaranteed to please.
oh, and btw--if you haven't started to figure out what a hidden gem is right here in beautiful melodic downtown (and thereabouts) shangri-lowell, then just LISTEN and contemplate that all this was put together between the cozy and intimate confines of Carl's Attic, and the inimitable and inimitably excellent Wonka Sound. (you know it's important if i'm using capital letters). how many places in the world have a resource like this, even if they don't have a top-notch performance space for the artists after they have created gold in bob's studio?
i have no idea when the rest of the world is going to catch on, but as long as i'm not being unreasonably jostled to stand front and center for all of it, then i have absolutely no complaints about the otherwise unfairness of the universe.