Before The Next Teardrop Falls
Once when I was a teenager, maybe fifteen, I answered the phone. It was my mom's mother, Grandma Vada. She asked me a question.
This is in the warehouse across the street from me
It's spooky in there even when you're alone because the wind blows the loose corrugated metal around.
Morning fog on the Industrial Canal
Gina and Daisy and I took a walk.
I played bass with Fore Day Creep
Last time playing that bass on stage, it turns out
New Orleans Fore Day Creep Andrew Donaldson Brian Tierney Circle Bar