There was this couple from the city, Dave and Kaye.
Upwardly mobile professional types with big plans, promising careers and their own parking spots.
One Friday afternoon after a particularly long and meeting-filled, week they loaded up the SUV with their fleece pullovers and parabolics and headed over the hill toward that great blue wonder called Lake Tahoe.
Mother Nature had just delivered a heaping helping of the white stuff and those 10,000ft peaks were calling them.
They spent the next two days giggling like school kids knee-deep in powder under the Sierra sun.
They stayed up late, pretended they were high rollers and forgot to check their voicemail and as they watched the sun set with a mug of the local brew in hand, Dave turned to Kay and said 'You know, this is the kind of place I could spend the rest of my life'.
So did they trade in big-city life and the corner office for a slice of mountain paradise? Well, that's a whole other story.
There was this couple from the city, Dave and Kaye.
Upwardly mobile professional types with big plans, promising careers and their own parking spots.
One Friday afternoon after a particularly long and meeting-filled, week they loaded up the SUV with their fleece pullovers and parabolics and headed over the hill toward the great blue wonder called Lake Tahoe.
Mother Nature had just delivered a heaping helping of the white stuff and those 10,000ft peaks were calling them.
They spent the next two days giggling like school kids knee-deep in powder under the Sierra sun.
They stayed up late, pretended they were high rollers and forgot to check their voicemail and as they watched the sun set with a mug of the local brew in hand, Dave turned to Kay and said 'You know, this is the kind of place I could spend the rest of my life'.
So did they trade in big-city life and the corner office for a slice of mountain paradise? Well, that's a whole other story.
There was this couple from the city, Dave and Kaye.
Upwardly mobile professional types with big plans, promising careers and their own parking spaces.
Well, one Friday afternoon after a particularly long and meeting-filled, week they loaded up the SUV with their fleece pullovers and parabolics and headed over the hill toward the great blue wonder called Lake Tahoe.
See, Mother Nature had just delivered a heaping helping of the white stuff and those 10,000ft peaks were calling their names. They spent the next two days giggling like school kids knee-deep in powder under the Sierra sun.
They stayed up late, pretended they were high rollers and forgot to check their voicemail and as they watched the sun set with a mug of the local brew in hand, Dave turned to Kay and said 'You know, this is the kind of place I could spend the rest of my life'.
Seafieldroad is a solo project by Andrew from Swimmer One. Piano, vocals and string section. Enjoy. 'A lovely album. A late contender for one of the best of the year.' - Gideon Coe, BBC 6Music Swimmer One
Luxury Car are also on Swimmer One's label, Biphonic Records. This is a great album we are proud to be involved with. 'Evokes an Angelo Badalamenti score left to deteriorate in the rain.' The Skinny Swimmer One