6am Repeat is a recurring feature here at Folk Hive in which we stream the latest track that plays incessantly in the earbuds when we awake at that hour and imbibe massive amounts of coffee and cigarettes in preparation for the advancing day. Consider it your jam of the day — a sweet, sweet gift from me to you. I love you, dude.
If I cannot figure out how to get this song off repeat, we’re going to have a problem.
I sent a letter. It was nice and it was heartfelt. It was picked up at a small town post office and read, I assume. It was meant as an olive branch and contained no words of accusation or blame. It was most likely surveyed on a deck, cup of black coffee in the recipient’s hand, while he stared out over a field he painstakingly cares for. And now I know that the words held no meaning — from my mailbox to that, they lost their strength.
This song is not helping…but it’s doing so in the most helpful way.
The Avett Brothers :: If It’s The Beaches [mp3]