December 15th, 2009
The Equines: Hearts on Faces
Tags/ Posted by Chris Al-AswadNoon. A dry martini at the beach bar, a man swizzles his ‘stache. Bond. Jaime Bond, he says. I’m stalled out by the pool watching birds shit on lounge chairs.continue reading this poem
The Equines are an indie pop act birthed from front-porch jams and blood relations, with electrified instruments and drums nestled in the whimsy of mandolin and xylophone. Beatbox Dan says we sound like Back to the Future Prom Night. We say we sound like fun.
