What a joy to watch friends at work expressing things in the instant that I struggle to capture on the page. I especially like the one that begins about 3:13. Puts me in a lonely-sunny-afternoon-alongside-a-western-highway state of mind.
Guy on the keys, I knew him when alls he had was a Fisher Price xylophone.
Guy with the beard, no idea. I know he mostly always plows his own driveway.
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