The March Single
Border town. The streets empty, houses shuttered. The doors and windows are sealed against the approaching storm. The air is still and rank. The ozone. Sounds are muffled. Only the distant bass rumble of the storm can be heard.
The sky in the distance has darkened, reddened. The sands are coming.
At the center of town stands a couple. They more than embrace, they clutch desperately at each other. The empty square revolves upon them like a wheel upon its axis. The world around them doesn’t exist. The storm is contained between them. They are consumed.
Lots of phenomenal musicians worked on this song, to help pull it out of the ether wrestle it into gorgeous sound waves. I'd like to thank them:
Trumpet: Cole Kamen-Green
Trumpet: Aaron Rockers
Drums: Konrad Meissner
Electric Bass: Jeremy MacDonald
Electric Guitar and pedal steel: Will Hensley
B3 Organ and piano - Todd Caldwell
Nylon string guitar - Alec Gross
Lead and harmony vocals - Alec Gross
Female backing vocals - Laura Hankin and Martha Harms
Engineered by Jeremy MacDonald at Mason Jar Music, Bushwick
Mixed by Will Hensley