The Peconic Puffin

A blog about a group of windsurfers and other water sports enthusiasts, and their friends. Established 1993.

This is not a windsurfing post.  I apologize in advance if this complete departure from wind and wave annoys you (if you suspect it might, it probably will…quick go to Continent Seven and check out some great windsurfing media.)  This here post is about a piece of music I stumbled over (on McPhilly's blog) by the group Rising Appalachia.   Before hitting the Play icon I googled the band's name.   The first description I read (from jukeboxalive.com) began thus:

"Rising Appalachia is a post-apocalyptic sister duo of indie-freak-folk, old-time mountain tunes, fiddle banjo duets, experimental percussion, and piercing vocal harmonies…"

They had me at "post-apocalyptic sister duo of indie-freak-folk".   And I can get David Van Tieghem on your experimental percussion ass!   So here is "Scale Down" by Rising Appalachia:

 

Music is not really out of my lane…I know more about music than I do about windsurfing ("I WOULD HOPE SO!" shout all my windsurfing buddies.)  But this blog is supposed to be about windsurfing and stand up paddle surfing.   I'll get back to that ASAP.  

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4 responses to “Way Out Of My Lane: Post-Apocalyptic Indie Freak Folk”

  1. tillerman Avatar

    I have a post-apocalyptic sister too. What a coincidence!

  2. rotorhead Avatar

    Me too. She spent new years eve on the beach in a drum circle. Probably grooving on this kind of stuff.

  3. o docker Avatar

    You should break out like this more often.
    There’s a whole untapped pool of post-apocalyptic indie-freak blog readers hungry for stuff like this.
    And dammit, I’m one of them.

  4. James Avatar

    Cool video! Personally I’m a big fan of the anything-goes approach to blog content, so I’ll be the last to begrudge your posting musical stuff.

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