From a hundred feet in the air, from twenty-five years way up in the air, comes gliding down Tammar, in a softly sloping spiral. Dressed in a peculiar kind of military uniform, eyes closed, wind unforgiving against such a young angry face. When it gets close enough, every detail begins to take shape, and it's now clear that this music is only about perspective and not about time. Only because it's close to you can you hear it, it never started, it doesn't end.
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double post today. read Jordan's below, too!
Posted by Dan at April 10, 2008 4:25 AMThank you so much for mentioning Tammar on your blog! They are from my home town, I have seen them play several times, and my band even got the chance to play with them once and I think they are fantastic.
So, yes, great band and I am ecstatic that they are getting recognition.
Thanks for the collage card, Dan! Such a fun, charming surprise.
Posted by Amy at April 11, 2008 1:20 PM