Crowboy sneaks out of the recording studio to play the final Grill Night of the season at Haystack Mountain. We will be playing some new songs from our upcoming album, as well as some fresh takes on old favorites. Grill night is fun and it's close, so come on by and help us usher in the fall!
We dig up our songs under a dead tree with a bent rusty fork, we are fluid harmonies over tumultuous verse, an incubation of memory and long-forgotten melody, we are a moonlit walk with rabid hounds, we are whispered schemes in a self-made typhoon, we are an able choir singing filthy limericks. We are a glorious sandcastle built on a floodplain. We are a pair of sensible shoes worn by a madman on a killing spree, we are cheap whiskey drunk by a bleeding romantic, we are a ceaseless wind on a foreign moon. Our songs come at you like a friendly drifter with a hidden dagger.
We all go through this crazy world together, feeling mostly the same imperfect human feelings. We want you along for the ride, even though we don't always take the main roads ... sometimes we don't even have a car. But that's half the fun, right? The other half is sharing it with you, the listener.