In the desert, turn toward emptiness; fleeing the self.
My first attempt at country/bluegrass. Timing is a little off here and there. Based on many trips out to the Nevada desert. No banks were robbed. Send me a note if you like. Peace.
This is the second part of a long song (by the Slim Castle) about the husk of a formerly mighty Camaro. It lies in some desert, half dune-devoured, and perforated with shotgun holes through which the sun spills. (People use it for target practice). [more inside]
Recorded in 2001 during a thunderous rainstorm while working in the desert at Lake Powell in Utah. All sounds apart from rain/thunder are guitar - 5 total. I think.