When Foucault plays the Ark on Tuesday, November 23, I hope he'll do "Doubletree," the second song on this album. I like songs like this, where death comes out of nowhere, for no reason, and no revenge is ever exacted. Life's like that sometimes untidy, wrong. It's a great story song about the men who sweep snow from the tracks, high up in the mountains. I guess they have computerized heaters for that now.
This ain't party music. But you could bake a good loaf of bread while listening to it. Or lie on a porch sofa with an old dog. You could drive a long way, that's for sure.
[Originally published in November, 2004.]