This very well could have been a house Mr. White drove by during his exodus through the South. Glancing out the corner of your eye while passing by, you catch their stare from the Spider House window. We’ve all driven by these places.

I love this band though. They corral so much of what I respond to in music and bring it all under one roof to coexist, as if were just floating in the air. And damned if it don’t feel good to breath in.

Plus, dudes can jam in the dingiest of places and make it look like somewhere to be…