That’s what I’ve been on lately. Seems like the only disc you’ll ever find in my player is by either Whiskeytown, Wilco, the Jayhawks, Barn Burners, Mindy Smith, My Morning Jacket, Son Volt, or Chris Whitley. (any of whom I reccomend.)
Sometimes, when I get stuck in these ruts, I like to think about lemonade.
Sweet. Sour. Delicious.