Fit Against the Country.

Recently Horse Feathers played a show in a town nearby. 

Town means one of those tiny Indiana villages that holds up the miles of fields on either side.

The strings killed me.

No instrument will ever get the same reaction out of me that a set of strings and banjo do. You could feel those strings in your shoulders at their best moments.

And so I ended my night listening to one of their old albums.
It was a great night. And I swear those strings cured me of all 10 bad moods.

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