Leif Enger sums up the "disgruntledness," and sad longing for many of us. April is so damn far away...
Autumn for the Desolate Twins Fan from Leif Enger on Vimeo.
Dripping cold, the spare guitar of Robert Johnson, grainy black and white. Such sweet sorrow!
And to quote the great funk poet R. James, "[waiting for the Twins and winter to end] bums the *&%# otta me."
May Your Taters Fly Far...
Twinkler Out
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