best i can tell, feelings has somewhere between four and seven songs on side one, and three or so songs on side two. needless to say, it would be helpful if there were a standard tracklist. i won’t even bother to suggest reading the lyric sheet. let’s just say that a hit of acid might make that easier. the only way to even tell the difference between side one and side two is that the center stickers match the front and back covers, which are inversions of a photograph of dustin hamman and his dog. depending on how much you’ve had to drink, it might be easier to read the etchings around the inner groove.all kidding now aside, this is a powerful product and thank heavens run on sentence found dan galucki of wooden indian burial ground to back up on drums. the most far reaching folkster with the hardest hitting drummer makes for a serious business model. though dustin starts out by making the listener think he’s about to deliver one of his rap trips, side one is instead mostly a swaying in the breeze, margarita-in-hand, type rock effort with loads of horns for masterful effect of the big band in the sky. the songs center around the spirit of trying to get back youthful innocence, while dealing with getting old and tired. by the time of oh sweet death, the dedicated headphone wearing participant is certainly partied out and ready for the other side.
side two’s first track has another auspicious lead in, such that the listener has no idea what’s coming. what does come is authentic country blues that neither of the two country albums on the top 14 list can muster. instead of waiting for imminent death, side two’s songs are tellings of experiences in the after-life.
someday, instead of those jimmy buffet bars where people dance to that margaritaville song all night, people should dance and sing stoned, drunk and blind. they’d certainly get more out of life if they did. it’s a song about a son’s application of his mother’s advice gone awry. it is NSFW or to be accessed by individuals under 18. while i won’t report anyone for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, i also don’t have a job to offer anyone that gets fired for singing it at work. the title song feelings colors rainbows in the mind with the best guitar work on the album. the epic finale, death highway motorcade, ends the story with what seems about like a boeing bringing hamman back onto earth, leaving him content with the life and experiences he has had and rejoicing for the stages yet to come. the story really comes full circle as a proper ethereal, other-world experience story always does.
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btw, praise from above goes to dustin hamman for selling his entire catalog, plus a t-shirt, for the grand total of $50 at hermit fest. that’s just wrong. next time i think i should give the merch booth another $20 and a some gas money for run on sentence's travel expenses, or at least i could give a couple beers. unless, it’s the underage girl working the merch booth, then i won’t give her the beers. and as for hermit fest in general, wow, what a deal, even though it took two months to pay for it, is the reason why i can’t give a top 14 concert list for the year. i have been so lucky to attend so many concerts, and great fests, and uniquely was able to see a number of artists in different environments. ranch fest was one of the best yet, treefort too. but out of all my travels, hermit fest was the most enjoyable. all the people made it a smash. this includes hillfolk noir, who put in the most amount of work, and mike coykendall for the ride down memory lane to get there, and gregory rawlins for playing in (almost) every band, and run on sentence for rocking the hardest and selling the farm for $50, and stoneseed and all the other dozens of awesome bands that don’t immediately pop into my mind, and the underage merch booth girl that i won't give any beers to, and indian creek winery staff for being so tolerant of drunks, though i guess that’s sort of their job, and the genki takoyaki food cart! i really don’t know how hermmit fest 2015 could be any better. they’d have to add anna tivel to the roster and let me hitch a ride with her. now, that’s giving me ideas. i need to shoot off a few emails. whatever happens, anyone reading this should part the seas and traverse the continent, whatever the cost to get to hermit fest, labor day weekend 2015, you will not regret it. heaven is in kuna, idaho.
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