This song still floats in my head.
The source comes from long nights in the candle factory. Trying to push out one more wave of candles. Gently tapping the edges of the frost cooled mold against my hand. Progressing to tapping the mold on the table. And finally shaking with unnecessary force and pulling with a pair of vice grips on the wick.
Sack would sing this little song. He heard it in his youth in the hills of South Dakota and we all know it’s a mantra he lives by. Secretly, I became slightly obsessed with it. Not enough to go out and really look for but everytime I’d hit the thrift stores, I’d look the records knowing that at some point in time, this record would pass in front of my eyes.
I think it took about seven years to find it and now it is yours to enjoy.
There weren’t really any hills in NE SD, but yeah – awesome tune, you rule on high for finding it, etc.
Thank you!
i know but it just flowed in the paragraph …sort of like when the germans bombed pearl harbor
beautiful.
pure bliss.
Beef…I found you at last…