ooooohhh…

If I had a few bucks and wasn’t an actual homeless tramp, then my dream house would be full of furniture made by Matthew Holdren.  I don’t know if I’ve ever seen furniture that so distinctly and directly felt like, well, “me.”  Just imagine us sitting together some afternoon in an old farm house out in the country, listening to Justin Townes or Elvis Perkins on the hifi while sipping on some lemonade or Bulleit, playing cards or making collages on this beautiful table:

Sounds perfect, doesn’t it?

Oh, and we’ll have some Oatmeal Creme Pies, too.

Dug this oldie up today – Joe found it holed up in his harddrive; I made it in response to the lyrics of a White Oaks’ song as it was being developed and written live during a rehearsal session last year.  Now if we could just remember what song it was, and get those guys back together to play it…