Those Malleable Blacksmiths

It's Friday, the culmination of a long week and it's not over yet. I'm in need of an aural massage. I want tiny sonic fingers to etch patterns into my cranium. Last of the Blacksmiths will fit the bill nicely. SanFran's finest soundsmiths painstakingly hammer their molten songs into weighty axes and chop slowly away at the darkness. Underneath the soot and sweat lies a human, like you and me, pink fleshed and broken hearted. It's amazing what a Fender Rhodes, clean guitar and some light horns can do to your mood.

What You've Been Saying
Autumn Vacation
[from Young Family Song|buy]


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