The Great Highway
Updated: Jul 18
I only saw Mark Kozelek in concert once. He was an asshole, and the show was terrible. But Ghosts of the Great Highway will always be a part of the soundtrack of the days I drove 20,000 miles in circles around the US trying to figure out what to do with my life.
This is what South Dakota at June sunrise after three hours of backseat-car-sleeping sounded like in 2006: