Members: Dennis Robinson Gardner
It's a fresh new day, with birds singing in the city. It's morning. The sun is being kind, yet strong. And even though Thomas doesn't care as he strolls engagingly down 5th Ave toward his favorite bench, he still likes it. But, as he is directing his steps toward his place of peace, he notices three tiny blue birds energetically perusing one specific area on the sidewalk. As he looks down, he notices something. Something blue. It's a dark blue, but with a silver shine. As he moves closer, he notices it. Its there! As clear as somebody socking him in the jaw. It's there. And at that moment Thomas understood it. All of it.
"Majestic Hillsides" isn't something that's a little too hungry, or even crop-cut to fit a few frames. It's a release of inability to do anything else that is seemingly valueLESS. It's everything we've wished for, yet nothing we've ever wanted. A pillow-less expression of what is. A time traveled scouring pad for the dish lady that always tired of her chore. An adventure really, through time and sound. A sound that never dies. This is - Majestic Hillsides.