March 21st, 2008.
We’re headed north over very heartland-of-America looking land. Plains in all directions, desiccated trees, faded grey interstates. Grasses sweep to the horizon and there’s not a cloud to be seen.
March 19th, 2008.
A lot of it’s context. An act that I don’t think I’d have bothered with for more than a song or two back in the broad daylight of South by