Iron and WIne

John Frusciante tried to invade my head.
He does that. I was sitting down to do some logical, task-oriented
thinking, though, and I had good Mr. F staging the Normandy assault
through my headphones. To his credit, he did try to take this one back.


So I'm listening to Iron and Wine
instead. Accoustic guitar and banjo. I'm reminded of quiet Simon and
Garfunkel. The music carries me along while I enjoy the quiet, gorgeous
vocals.
The bands just one guy, Sam Beam.
The music reminds me of the south the way the writers remind me of the
south- not like country music reminds me of the south. That's a whole
different thing.

It also makes me think of this. Ta.