The Woes

There are a lot of us. Like thirty. We play with groups of up to twenty people, mostly just groups of six to thirteen. Our sound is an idea. Below are some descriptions of things we can't help but to know when listening to music.
Descriptive words: Dancing is a memory activity, electric spasm memory activity as in a dream. Somehow everyone sings a singing indistinct from a from a shout - a shout not trying to give as good as it gets, but serve as a reminder that it bursts from shared lung and lip.
Images that we retain: sunset through your backyard windows and some twisted vine or tree that bloomed, vials in a worn wooden case along the wall, bottles in shapes whose utility comes into question, but not their grace, a minute scrawl on yellowed pages, a young man on some diamond lighted humid afternoon, begging with his thin guitar and sainted voice, kids and everyone gathered around - whisky burning harder than hunger.
Laughing at ones body, the fog one feels on the heels of a four day bender, too much gin without the vomiting. limes, fresh cut flowers, smoking weed, driving too fast, grade school yard fights, thinking that you're understanding what's what when the sun goes down.
In fact we will play music for you everywhere. We will do so as well as well can and try to do it better than that. Then we'l try to do it better at the next show. We'll make sure we sweat even if its winter.