Another of the windswept votages into dream and ennui that seem to be such a feature of my 2024 musically. This time from Atlanta's Thomas Howard and his current record i only remember the good parts.
I hope we all do. Memory os not always kind Or as great or as truthful a friend as we kid ourselves sometimes. This is an occasionally slightly gooey foray down memory lane and into emotional attachment.
After a while I got a bit impatient with Howard's self-absorbtion and moved on in search of something a little more substantial. Not a bad record by any means, but I've come across better examples of this sort of journey in recent years.
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