Part 1, in which Elijah Thomson introduces himself, the band, their sound and their intentions.
Cool zephyrs bluster and howl in tremendous gusts as pink-white petals somehow cling steadfastly to branches full bloom with the billowing flowers of early spring. Soft white sand shifts along the village streets from the seashore, as seagulls (smartly) stay out of the cloudless sky. The unbounded Atlantic Ocean, wine-dark and white-capped, extends infinitely into the golden shimmering eastern horizon. Along the western horizon: the New York City skyline.