The Concerns

Sometimes I think about truckers on acid, driving through the early 70's listening to jazz. Some sort of freedom and escapism. Avoiding the cities and opting for the mountains and swaying forests. Love is in the county; the quiet anxiety and peaceful breeze all come to form some sound that we hang around. Dreaming. Freaking out. Sleeping in the stream. We are The Concerns. We're a band. Big deal.