New Mexico music

I remember the day I sat down to listen to the album. I was outside in the freakishly warm Nashville weather. It was December after all. The sun was bright. You would’ve sworn it was Gemini Summer, not end of the pole Sagittarius Winter. I was walking my dogs down a median field near our apartment subdivision. A Sacred ground full of Sacred Trees. My own Nashvillian “Freaky Wilderness.” (Fun Fact: This Land is considered Sacred and Protected by the City/State. It is preserved to avoid building more stupid, tall and skinny, unaffordable, and cheaply crafted “housing.” I have a few Tree Spirits here. Two of which deceased during the Nashville Ice Storm of 2026. May they RIP. However, Blanche is still standing strong!) The Entire Album is beautifully entrancing. I told Michael I envision myself walking down the street to the beat on a half gram of mushies. For those squares out there, a joint is just fine too.