Sunset’s closer to eight o’clock now and it's muggier every damn day. Pretty soon it will be too hot in the house to think about anything other than the katydids bellowing outside the bedroom window. Kingsley Bloom’s “Hymn & Hawberry” is music for when the box fan dies. Brantley Jones’ hoarse tenor curls effortlessly with Ruby Kendrick’s youthful harmony. Imagine Skip Spence singing alongside Melanie. Together their voices breeze through the nearly fossilized summer air pressed against the screened-in front porch. Guitars rumble and clap. A late-night thunderstorm is on the move. Then . . .
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