Erlend Oye / Ghost Trains

2003 was all sorts of awesome. Sleepless nights spent wide awake in the center of mass of Los Angeles, her wild, dirty streets filled with drifters, drunks, derelicts and urban soldiers of the city. Erlend Oye was the soundtrack to those barely-drives, cool morning air finding its way through the car windows as the morning light started to unravel at the tops of the skyscrapers.

Erlend was cool as soon as he hit. He’s still cool. I don’t think he hits. Which is great.

I’ll forever appreciate this album. And, 2003.
(Erlend Oye has a myspace page:


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