The man in the tree with the guitar? He’s gonna sing! But the sun shining through the branches — are those rays yellow or hazy gray? When again are you not going to feel this way? Pulling at the scratchy wool threads of an old sweater, Ty Segall extracts melodic fibers to braid each strand anew. What emerges then weaves together chimes of freedom and rows of desolation - it lights up all of our senses (including the all-important equilibrium-centric 6th and 7th senses) with... (read more)

Artists in this story: Ty Segall