Liner notes
We made this one the way we made everything back then: in a rented cabin with the windows open and one microphone nobody trusted. Every song is a night on the road we barely survived. The twelve-string was borrowed, the harmonica was cracked, and the harmonies came from porch-swing hymns we all grew up humming. We sold it out of the van at festivals, one handshake at a time.
The Lantern Hounds