“I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses… We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o’clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.”

The dream created by these lines by Zelda Fitzgerald is what I'm hoping to deliver through these songs. Some of these are definitely products of when I was living those day-dreams. I pray that you see them, too. I pray for world peace, the safety of kittens, and that Rowling's new 'Adult Book' is actually 'Harry Potter: The Grown-Up Years'

Thanks & Please Stay,
Hashback Hashish