While You Dream

I used to sit around an apartment on Ridgewood avenue in my hometown of Gainesville, smoking, playing guitar and dreaming.

Dreaming, always dreaming.

I spent about 3 solid years there as a bachelor, rarely sleeping, just writing. I must've written 500+ songs in that apartment; most of them really rotten, but occasionally, something good would come out of it. 


This is a song written and recorded then, a song about the time period. A wonderful snapshot of an extremely formative time in my life. 

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