At the first high elevations, gold is painting the whispering tips of the aspens. Evening is falling faster, the stars are brighter, the moon is new. Even as the air turns brisk, the lake is the warmest it’s been all year.
Late August is all about laughing in the final rays of sunlight as they snuff out behind the hills. Here are some songs for that.
- To Cure What Ails, Shakey Graves *
- Place To Be, Nick Drake
- Pterodactyl, Bendigo Fletcher *
- Wake Me, Watchhouse
- Berry on a Briar, Will Fox *
- Yellow Eyes, Rayland Baxter
- Hurts Like Hell, Charlotte Cornfield !*
- Bullet Holes, Gregory Alan Isakov
- The Pool, River Whyless
- Georgia Moon, Shakey Graves *
* = kinda new, ! = kinda niche



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