Lake Mary is not an island. Nor a lake. Lake Mary is a billowing white canopy in which friends crouch beneath and play their instruments for a season. Some come and go. Anchoring Lake Mary as a home to return to after some spring-time roaming. Others stay for a time. Make themselves cozy, and pick and play and drone and zone for a few revolutions under radical hospitality and pro-active selflessness.
-Ryan Hall : Heligator Records
Link Love: http://lakemary.bandcamp.com/