As the indiana days go from bone cold to sloppy hot, we speak of longing for the sand and surf of lake michigan and her mighty dunes.
I may or may not be wrong, but it seems like the last time we found ourselves traipsing along those sandy shores was way back in the ought seven when mama jane and myself retreated from the world to hide away for a spell. I recall writing a few songs around the campfire. Upon our return, i began recording demos of these and others in preparation for a record project soon to be called 'kiss it all goodbye'. Among these demo recordings was the following diversion from the usual arrangement of a song often performed by the former super group, rebel robot. Cheers.
