The Weepies remind me of lightening bugs caught in a jar; dreamy and ephemeral. They are my little secret that I am sharing with you. I first heard this duo several years ago, on the long drive back from the Gorge to Seattle after Sasquatch. We were exhausted and sunburned to deliriousness. My dear friend and now old roommate Zach had randomly found their album, Say I Am You, and put it on, as we struggled to stay awake. It is magical music that automatically makes me sad, happy, wistful and sleepy simultaneously.
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