I dream of journeys repeatedly:
Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel
Of driving alone, without luggage, out a long peninsula,
The road lined with snow-laden second growth,
A fine dry snow ticking the windshield,
Alternate snow and sleet, no on-coming traffic,
And no lights behind, in the blurred side-mirror,
The road changing from glazed tarface to a rubble of stone,
Ending at last in a hopeless sand-rut,
Where the car stalls,
Churning in a snowdrift
Until the headlights darken.
– Theodore Roethke
This excerpt is taken from T. Roethke’s “A Far Field,” and it pretty much sums up how we feel about Nerves Junior and their exceedingly excellent LP As Bright As Your Night Light. Peace.
Nerves Junior is one those obscure bands running far afield in your secret night. As Bright As Your Night Light is your ticket and your destination. Peace.
All finite things reveal infinitude: and so this…