Serene, mystical mountain bluegrass vibes, spiraling outward after multiple puffs of the devil's lettuce. Big scraggly beards, knitted sweaters, mugs of homebrew, and sunkissed psychedelic sounds. Hints of pine waft across morning dew. Cradled in mother nature, blanketed by neverending fog. Flora dances, manipulated by song and edit. Elder forest nymphs on LSD and silly prog-rock nursery rhymes.
A placid stoner musical, wholly of its time. A slice of paradise not wanting to end. Modernity be damned.
A placid stoner musical, wholly of its time. A slice of paradise not wanting to end. Modernity be damned.
