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About Me

Logs stacked on the broken winter landscape, frosty fog clutching morning stars, clinging to the last gentle whisper of the night. the sky's bursting with blue promise that enemies of the sun wouldn't dare compromise. the chill of the soft breeze brushes over our shoulders, goosebumps prickling our skin... we're alive, we're free.Myspace Layouts
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Member Since: 5/13/2006
Influences: Bob Dylan, for his lyrical landscapes and acoustic wizadry...and for getting the beatles stoned...the rolling stones and the who for making rock and roll loud and fucking dirty...thrift stores, liberals...nirvana, for making me question everthing that I knew up to the point when I first heard them...and for all the great bands that I've discovered because of them...sonic youth, greg sage and the wipers, the pixies, radiohead, modest mouse, clap your hands say yeah, built to spill, belle and sebastian, sigur ros, the shins, iron and wine, jeff buckley, the breeders, postal service, and tons of other bands...and of course the immortal elliott smith...
Sounds Like: somewhere between bob dylan and elliott smith...spacy folk...
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My Blog

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this perverse paradox of misdirected perserverence, this hole of wet cement, this valley of quicksandretched boredom leading you through a dark alleywith a horizon full of empty spacepeople talking th...
Posted by Mike Furlow on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 03:34:00 PST

two weeks before i was born...

I wrote this a couple years ago when i was contemplating quitting a job...i did. what do you do when your mornings are blue, and the sky starts to fade like a new years parade? where do you turn when ...
Posted by Mike Furlow on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 05:37:00 PST