Your heart is surrounded in rust

Licking cracked lips on cold days like these, my mind often drifts back to wide-eyed undergrad times. Or at least as wide-eyed as my cranky temperament allowed. I remember hanging out with my bandmates listening to the likes of Beekeeper and instinctively trying to incorporate their best ideas into whatever stew we were trying to cook up. At some distance, I can now appreciate that lack of focus, the utopian sense that just about anything can work together. (That'd be the wide-eyed part, I guess.) And now, this song — with a steely austerity that finds room for harmony in its furrow-browed groove — seems just about right as you watch your breath form and vanish in front of your eyes.

Beekeeper - Dead And Drugged