Beautiful day to listen to some Whiskeytown, hot and rainy and a little lazy. Maybe it’s the frequency I’ve been picking up my guitar, maybe it’s nostalgia nipping at my heels, or maybe it’s just the warm, hazy promise distinct to American summers. But lately the sound of Carolina-bred folk coated in strings and harmonies makes the perfect soundtrack for winding down the weekend. Clears the head, clears the heart and all too easy to sing to.

“Put the houses in a row 
On the streets we used to know 
And all the things out in the yard 
Beckoning there to and fro
 
And if the money isn’t right 
Can I be yours tonight? 
I’ve an easy heart.
 
And from the windows of your house 
Reflects back on yourself.
And it gets you wonderin’ 
If it means anything
 
And if the money isn’t right 
Can I be yours tonight? 
I’ve had a pretty hard life,
I’ve had a pretty hard life for such an easy heart.
 
You move away when you’re young 
They take away where you’re from 
And all the things out in the trees 
Fall away into the breeze
 
And if the money isn’t right 
Can I be yours tonight? 
I’ve had a pretty hard life,
I’ve had a pretty hard life for such an easy heart“

~Easy Heart
Whiskeytown, Pneumonia