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pure essence of travel. transitioning from crowds in public centres to extended dream sequences reminiscent of watching everything pass by, looking out the window of a train. everything flows perfectly and each overlapping moment complements another.
i first listened to this in may, during a trip in rural quebec. i played it every day while driving by towering rock structures and minuscule, isolated communities. i still listen almost every day now as well.
best album of the year by far ethan van iderstine
supported by 15 fans who also own “Forgotten Hill”
Sometimes I look back and see your face, just as clear as if you were right here with me. I remember the time we got a flat tire on our way to a concert. The highway was still hot, though the sun had already set an hour before. It's moments like this that seem not too much distorted by nostalgia, because they really were that good when they happened. In the Treeeees