Harbor Road by The Possum Trot Orchestra

Their voices, together and separately, also blend well with the instrumental arrangements. Suraci and Minton have also written most of the material, and have a talent for inserting politics into human stories (THE HOUSE THAT WE CAN'T BUY and BILLY). I suppose that you could also call Possum Trot Orchestra a jam band, thanks to its laid-back vibe, even though this band never jams much. But genres, in the end, never tell you whether a band or album is any good. . . . Possum Trot Orchestra's warm sound, vocal combo, and lyrical flair offer an enjoyable, down-to-earth recording that should appeal to both roots and rock fans.

Ronald Lankford, Jr.

SING OUT! Summer 2007

8 OUT OF 10. Subtle and delicate American roots at its finest. . . . After their outstanding 2005 self-titled debut I was eagerly anticipating The Possum Trot Orchestra's latest offering. Not only does it not disappoint, but they've stretched out and expanded their template while retaining all the things that made their last album so great.... The Possum Trots are quiet and delicate players, very much less-is-more people, blending traditional folk and roots styles better than almost anyone. They demonstrate to perfection that it's not necessary to blast out a wall of sound to get your point across. Theirs is thoughtful music, music that repays repeated listens, music that is informed by but not in thrall to the tradition, [with songs that] have the timeless feel of classics like "Long Black Veil." . . . A superb and rewarding listen.

Jeremy Searle

AMERICANA-UK, Liverpool, England, February 2007. www.americana-uk.com

This album contains fourteen tracks--or should I say gems? . . . I'm still dazzled by the original stuff The Possums have to offer. . . . Arranged in old ways or even sounding kind of poppy, sung and played impeccably. . . . HEART LIKE RAILROAD STEEL (that title and that electric slide guitar!) and BUCKEYSTOWN (with catchy chorus and upbeat interplay between 5-string banjo and mandolin) are absolutely gorgeous duets. ED (about a couple in New Orleans the night hurricane Katrina struck, not knowing that the levees broke) and BILLY (about a Korean War veteran: "And when they roll them laundry carts / He thinks they're Chinese howitzers," true story?) bring tears to my eyes. . . . The lyrics are featured in the booklet, smart addition, especially for us Europeans, who like to study the subjects! . . . O.K., one more word from me: RECOMMENDED!!

Johanna J. Bodde

INSURGENT COUNTRY, Marburg, Germany, January 2007

www.insurgentcountry.net

Many of the songs deal literally or metaphorically with the state of the union, but never in a heavy-handed or awkward way. The songs on HARBOR ROAD are short stories, often cinematic in scope, tackling weighty topics like disaster relief, veterans affairs, corporate takeover of radio airwaves, the rising cost of housing, Nashville's star-making machinery and more. But like folk troubadours from Woody Guthrie to Bob Dylan to Billy Bragg, the Possums balance the matters of the world with politics of the heart--and songs like TENNESSEE UNBOUND, WINTERLIGHT, APPETITE, and the gorgeous album closer, WONDERFUL, deal with love and loss in a mature, daring way. . . . HARBOR ROAD is [the Possums'] best [album] yet, and stands tattered shoulder to tattered shoulder with recent Americana releases by the likes of John Prine, Shawn Colvin, Nanci Griffith and Neil Young.

Matt Kelley

WHATZUP: HEARTLAND ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT, Columbia City, Indiana, January 4, 2007

www.whatzup.com

HARBOR ROAD is the second album by this outstanding Fort Wayne, Indiana-based four-piece band, a vehicle for the literate (non-collaborative) songwriting of members John Minton and Susie Suraci. (The other members are multi-instrumentalist Rob Suraci and mandolinist Dave Kartholl.) The Possum Trot Orchestra, which defines itself as a modern folk outfit, fashions its personality out of tradition-inspired ideas set in pop and rock structures. . . . This is early 20th-century stringband music for the early 21st century. . . . Susie Suraci's songs are more poppish than Minton's--you could say they validate the otherwise ordinarily abused practice of country-pop-- though their respective styles mesh amazingly well. As an academic folklorist and scholar of traditional music, Minton composes material that takes off from venerable themes and characters--striking workers, wounded soldiers, rambling hobos, would-be victims matching wits with the devil--and peppers it with folksong-derived quotes ("heart like railroad steel," "doney gal," "the girl I left behind"). Yet the results don't come across as an effort to recreate the sounds of old tunes (not, of course, that there's anything wrong with that). The melodies are not obviously adapted from folk templates but assume their own unique shape. Minton sings all of this in a voice that is sometimes gruff, sometimes whispery, always unpolished in an endearing sort of way. . . . The more conventionally pretty singer, Suraci handles vocals on her own well-crafted songs, set to flowing melodies carrying intelligent, sometimes fierce lyrics. Those lyrics are often focused on social and political issues--the Katrina catastrophe, domestic violence, manipulation of media by the control freaks of the current regime--but do so without a self-destructing self-righteous tone. . . . It's a nice touch, too, that the band gives us a fairly straightforward performance (with vocal by Rob Suraci) of Blind Lemon Jefferson's great BAD LUCK BLUES. In almost everything it does, PTO is boldly lighting into new territory, but it's refreshing to know that, every once in a while, it is not afraid to return to the old homestead.

Jerome Clark

Rambles.NET: A CULTURAL ARTS MAGAZINE, 7 April 2007

www.rambles.net

Whatever faults the Possum Trot Orchestra may have on HARBOR ROAD, songwriting isn't one of them. Susie Suraci and John Minton spent the time between the release of their fine self-titled 2005 album and the recording of this one to hone their craft and it shows. Each supplies a fistful of tracks, some of them downright gems. . . . The band itself, with the first album far behind them and the addition of mandolin player Dave Kartholl, progresses as well. Kartholl's mandolin is at times apt and at others key to the progress. Suraci and Minton are their usual professional grade on their instruments. Rob Suraci, however, is leaps and strides beyond his last effort. His work on Blind Lemon Jefferson's BAD LUCK BLUES and Susie's APPETITE makes you wonder why he is limited so much to bass and drums on most of the album, but when you play alongside Minton, well… In the end, the progress each has made has given the band a boost in credibility as a band. They are definitely coming into their own. . . . The first time through this, I thought, okay, they've done it again. A solid effort. Repeated hearings, though, have me convinced that this is the jumping off point for bigger things. Today, Fort Wayne, tomorrow...? Allow me a pre-emptive strike here. This band shouldn't even think about splitting up for at least three more albums, maybe more. As good as they are individually on this album, I believe that they reach a synergy as a band that they might not ever capture solo. Now that I've said it, let me put the rumor to rest. They are not splitting up. Fact is, they have only just begun.

Frank Gutch, Jr.

THE FOLK AND ACOUSTIC MUSIC EXCHANGE

www.acousticmusic.com

On HARBOR ROAD, Minton's savvy historicism and the Suracis' pop acumen have met somewhere in the middle--and that place, for lack of a better designation, is the early '70s. The Possum Trot Orchestra is starting to exhibit the same shambling deliciousness and talent for musical stew-making as The Band.

Steve Penhollow

FORT WAYNE JOURNAL-GAZETTE, Sunday, December 17, 2006

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The Possum Trot Orchestra is an American roots music ensemble from Fort Wayne, Indiana consisting of SUSIE SURACI {sir-RAH-chee} (vocals, guitar & keyboards), JOHN MINTON (vocals, guitar, banjo, accordion & lap steel), ROB SURACI (vocals, bass, guitar, piano, harmonica & drums & percussion), and DAVE KARTHOLL (mandolin). Picking up from last year's critically acclaimed THE POSSUM TROT ORCHESTRA (Southern Can CDs SCCD 2225, 2005--also available from CDBaby), HARBOR ROAD features thirteen new originals from Susie and John, plus Rob's take on one of Blind Lemon Jefferson's classic country blues. Stylistically, the tracks range across the American tradition, from folk, country and roots-rock to bluegrass and blues. Alongside traditional topics and arrangements (BILLY, THE DEVIL AT THE CARD PARTY, BAD LUCK BLUES, BUCKEYSTOWN), the Possums also explore contemporary roots trends, tackling current events and issues (HARBOR ROAD, THE HOUSE THAT WE CAN'T BUY, ED, THE CONTENT OF YOUR NEWS) and, of course, that mother-of-all-song-subjects--L-O-V-E--good, bad and broken-hearted (HEART LIKE RAILROAD STEEL, KNOXVILLE, APPETITE, TENNESSEE UNBOUND, WINTERLIGHT, WONDERFUL). Hey--when all else fails, try playing Possum!

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THE POSSUM TROT ORCHESTRA

SUSIE SURACI

JOHN MINTON

ROB SURACI

DAVE KARTHOLL

HARBOR ROAD

John Minton • Monkey Knuckles Music/ASCAP

John • vocal • acoustic guitar • accordion

Susie • vocals • acoustic guitar

Rob • vocal • electric guitars • electric bass • drums

Dave • mandolin

Blackbirds in the night • racing home to roost in the dying light

Things are looking dim • talks broke down again • they're calling for a strike

Down on Harbor Road . . .

There ain't no looking up • the owners and the union they're just all the same

There ain't no honest cop • ain't a politician with a decent name

Down on Harbor Road . . .

The boats are steering in • dark so slowly stealing all along the shore

The coats are wearing thin • the paint is peeling from the houses and the stores

Down on Harbor Road . . .

THE HOUSE THAT WE CAN’T BUY

Susie Suraci • Slim Dot Music/ASCAP

Susie • vocals • acoustic guitars

Rob • upright bass • drums

John • acoustic 6• & •12• string guitars

Dave • mandolin

I see a red maple tree in a green front yard

A big flower bed where I’d work real hard

A wreath on the door that would welcome you

To the house that we can’t buy

There’s a nice living room with a fireplace

Windows all around and lots of space.

Everything is tidy and just like new

In the house that we can’t buy . . .

We’re both working jobs • we’re trying to save

But the postman always brings another bill to pay

When the average Joe can’t afford to buy

The American Dream seems like one big lie

So here’s the dingy little flat on a noisy street

That we rent to put a roof over our family

How I wish that we could put that money toward the price

Of the house that we can't buy . . .

ED

Susie Suraci • Rob Suraci • Slim Dot Music/ASCAP • High Lake Music/ASCAP

Susie • vocals • acoustic guitar

Rob • vocals • electric guitars * • electric bass • drums

John • acoustic guitar • accordion • 5• string banjo

Dave • mandolin

The networks said this one would be at least a 4

So we hammered up the plywood and we headed to the store

Bought enough provisions so we wouldn’t have to go

‘Cause this is all we have you see • and this is all we know

Ed • the streets are full of water

So do you think we oughta get up now and leave?

Ed • I wouldn’t wait till later

It looks like the whole neighborhood is welcoming the sea

We huddled in the darkness and listened to the roar

We thought we’d lost the roof one time but it lasted through the storm

And in the early morning we peeked out at the debris

We thought we had escaped the worst • we thought it was a 3

Ed • our yard is full of water

So do you think we oughta get up now and leave?

Ed • I wouldn’t wait much later

It looks like the whole neighborhood is welcoming the sea

There was barely time to grab the baby and the dog

After trying to comprehend the water swirling in the hall

No time to have a last look ‘round the only home we knew

We were busy pulling down the attic stairs we’d hardly used

Ed • our house is full of water

Right up to the French Quarter • water’s all I see

Ed • what did we hesitate for?

It looks like the whole neighborhood is welcoming the sea

Ed • our house is full of water

Right up to the French Quarter • water’s all I see

Ed • the helicopter’s coming

I see it coming and I will be strong

And though we’re left with nothing • it breaks my heart to leave

I'm coming back to where I belong

Oh don’t you know • it breaks my heart to leave

BILLY

John Minton • Monkey Knuckles Music/ASCAP

John • vocal • acoustic guitar • 5• string banjo

Susie • vocals

Rob • electric bass • tambourine • kick drum • cabasa

Dave • mandolin

Last night it come a big storm and over on the east wing

Billy started hollering and jumping up and down

The nurse could not convince him that he wasn't back at Inchon

Incoming antipersonnel shells dropping all around

He's born up some holler a piece outside of Hazard

And he never had a nickel he could rub against a nail

The only thing he ever won was that goddamn draft lottery

Got him a trip to Korea and like to froze his tail

Well there's some boys go to college and there's some boys go to jail

Billy went to Korea and like to froze his tail

He come back to that slag hill covered by the GI Bill

And lost hisself near forty year down in some company mine

But shellshock and dementia make a wicked old age pension

Now he's still got his Purple Heart but only half a mind

And there's this one East Indian • he swears she's North Korean

And the medicine she's passing out is brainwash for the Reds

And when they roll them laundry carts he thinks they're Chinese howitzers

And hides on the linoleum up underneath the bed

He's so mixed up in the head that they almost wish him dead

When he's down on the linoleum up underneath the bed

Them hookers down in Seoul • they couldn't talk Kentucky

But time of day they'd find a way to pacify your mind

And sometimes when he's half insane • he'll still call this one whore's name

Though he can't recognize his third wife nearly half the time

While at the VFW Hall the boys are playing dominoes

The last time they saw Billy they could tell he's slipping bad

He went fast once Bobby passed with that pneumoconiosis

That's the one thing ain't hit Billy like old Bobby and their dad

It's no lie he's had it bad • all the hard luck that he's had

Least he ain't got the black lung like his brother and their dad

Last night it come a big storm and the east wing was so quiet

That the night nurse went to check on him to see is he OK

But time finally accomplished what Korea left half•finished

They said it was a blessing when old Billy passed away

And some people never think about the stupid things they say

And they said it was a blessing when daddy passed away

THE CONTENT OF YOUR NEWS

Susie Suraci • Slim Dot Music/ASCAP

Susie • vocals • acoustic guitar

Rob • electric 12• string guitars * • electric bass • drums • acoustic guitar

John • acoustic 12• string guitar • electric guitars

Not long ago my radio was a source of heart and soul

Maverick DJs programmed the airwaves

Now they just play what they’re told.

So I turn the dial today in real frustration

‘Cause I cannot get a single FM station to play me something new

Objective news with two points of view

The Fairness Doctrine guaranteed

Then Reagan said That concept is dead • let our guiding light be greed

So I turn the dial today in desperation

But I cannot get a single network station to tell me something true

This used to be the land of the free and no one could own the air

The FCC betrayed you and me when the corporate muscles bared

Now a handful of the mega•corporations

Shape the views and attitudes of this whole nation

As they pull the wool over the land of sheep

Do you hear a cry of protest? Not a bleat

‘Cause they’ve got the market sewn up nice and tight

They have bought control and now they’ve got the right to choose

The content of your news . . .

THE DEVIL AT THE CARD PARTY

John Minton • Monkey Knuckles Music/ASCAP

John • vocal • acoustic guitar • 5• string banjo

Rob • vocal • upright bass • drums • tambourine • electric guitar

Dave • mandolin

Susie • vocal

The wind was blowing from the west

The night was full of rain

The black face of December pressed

Against the windowpane

Four of us were sitting 'round

A•playing at the cards

When a gust came whipping down . . .

And blew the door ajar

In steps a little man

The first of him we'd seen

Wearing a frock coat and

A cap of forest green

He says You've saved a seat for me

So don't look too surprised

Dealing out a deck of cards

All set with living eyes . . .

Our host he was a Deacon

A pillar of the town

He bolted out the door and dared

The stranger run him down

While to my left a wealthy man

Always game to play

Folded up a good hand

When the Red Queen winked his way . . .

But Jonah was a scoundrel

A drinker of bad gin

He took an oath to gamble all

He swore to cuss and sin

So Jonah put his marker down

And threw a pair of eights

The stranger drew the hanging man

And filled an inside straight . . .

You can dig your grave with the Ace of Spades

But a Full House buries Three•of•a•Kind

The Joker's awful wild but he will not be denied

For a fool lands face forward every time

Jonah snuck up in his sleeve

And pulled a crooked Jack

Raised the bet by half a stone

And dropped it on the stack

But as he did the lights blew out

Fire filled the air

Leaving just a bloody tooth

On top of Jonah's chair . . .

You cannot watch your back with a One•Eyed Jack

But a pocket watches all it can hide

The King of Hearts lies dead with a big knife in his head

But they said it was mostly suicide

My song is almost at an end

The moral ain't so long

When cutting cards with strangers friend

You'd best keep right from wrong . . .

BAD LUCK BLUES

Blind Lemon Jefferson • Public Domain • Arranged & adapted by Rob Suraci

Rob • vocal • acoustic guitar • piano • drums • guitar case

John • tenor banjo

I wanna go home but I ain't got sufficient clothes • doggone my bad luck soul

I wanna go home but I ain't got sufficient clothes • I mean sufficient • talking about clothes

Well I wanna go home but I ain't got sufficient clothes

I bet my money • and I lost it • Lord it's so • doggone my bad luck soul

Mmmmm • lost it ain't it so? • I mean lost it • speaking about so now

I'll never bet on a deuce•trey•queen no more

Mama I can't gamble • Son why don't you quit trying? • doggone my bad luck soul

Mmmmm why don't you quit trying? • Why don't you quit • I mean trying?

That joker stole off with that long-haired brown of mine

Sugar you catch the Katy • I'll catch the Santa Fe • doggone my bad luck soul

Sugar you catch • you catch the Katy and I'll • I'll catch the Santa Fe • I mean the Santy • singing about Fe

Honey when you get in to Denver • pretty mama look around for me

The woman I love's about five feet from the ground • doggone my bad luck soul

Hey • five feet from the ground • five feet from the • I mean ground

She's a tailor•made woman • she ain't no hand•me•down

I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today • doggone my bad luck soul

Seen my sugar in three long weeks today • three long weeks to • I mean day

It been so long • seems like my heart's gonna break

Gonna run 'cross town • catch that southbound Santa Fe • doggone my bad luck soul

Mmmmm • Lord that Santa Fe • I'm mean the Santy • singing about Fe

Be on my way to what they call loving Tennessee

HEART LIKE RAILROAD STEEL

John Minton • Monkey Knuckles Music/ASCAP

John • vocal • acoustic guitars • electric slide guitar

Susie • vocals • acoustic guitar • keyboard †

Rob • electric bass • drums

Look way down that track

You see me going I ain't coming back

All you are to me is just a used•to•be

Hoist your window high

You can watch as I roll on by

All your crying won't do no good not like it used to could

You got a heart like railroad steel

Doney gal • what did you ever feel for me?

In that breastbone as hard as a rock of stone

The longest train on that line

Couldn't haul this heart of mine

It's all the same with you just like you always do

Ain't no use to moan

The more you cry the further I'm gone

It's all the same with me just like it used•to•be

You got a heart like railroad steel . . .

KNOXVILLE

Susie Suraci • Slim Dot Music/ASCAP

Susie • vocals • acoustic guitar • organ †

John • electric guitars • acoustic guitar • electric slide guitar • 5• string banjo

Rob • electric bass • drums

I see you've made your mind up

You're taking your guitar

You're taking off this Friday to go down to Nashville and be a star

Your papa thinks you're crazy

But mama says you're fine

She gave you forty dollars just to get you to the Tennessee line

Oh to get you to the Tennessee line

Oh! Tennessee! Oh! Tennessee! Get you to the Tennessee line . . .

You only made it far as Knoxville

Before the engine died

No sooner popped the hood up when a lady pulled along upside.

She said • I see you’re having trouble

Well honey hop right in

I got a brother with a tow truck but first I’ll take you for a little spin

Oh I'll take you for a little spin.

Hey! Chevrolet! Hey! Chevrolet! Chevy says jump right in . . .

He wasn't sure where she was going

He only knew where he had been

But he liked the look of her machine

She said she kept her engine clean

He never made it out of Knoxville

He never stood a chance

She drove him crazy in the Chevy • jump•starting a big romance

And now he only plays on Fridays

Down at the corner bar

It ain't the Opry down in Nashville but the locals treat him like a star.

Oh the locals treat him like a star.

Hey! Tennessee! Hey! Tennessee! The kid should really be a star . . .

APPETITE

Susie Suraci • Slim Dot Music/ASCAP

Susie • vocal • acoustic guitar

Rob • vocal • electric slide guitar * • electric guitar * • upright bass • drums

Dave • mandolin

John • acoustic guitar

You told me that there was no other

You told me that your heart was true

And I believed you like a lover

And I was cheated like a fool

So you don’t mind if I forget you

Cause you’re down the road without a care

Hunting the next one who will let you

Drive her to ruin and despair

Your phone was ringing all the morning

The calls kept coming through the night

Always a new girl looking for you

With the same old appetite . . .

We know this wasn’t the first time

You did a good woman wrong

But I swear this will be the last time

I get knocked down by a hit and run

TENNESSEE UNBOUND

John Minton • Monkey Knuckles Music/ASCAP

John • vocal • acoustic guitar • lap steel

Susie • vocal • acoustic guitar

Rob • electric bass • drums

Dave • mandolin

And so I left old Tennessee

Being Ponchatoula bound

And though my footsteps followed me

They seemed to fall without a sound

I hitched from Franklin to the Gulf

It being all about a girl

Who clipped my wings and pitched me off

And so I fell on this old world

Dropping like a stone

Cut clean to the bone

And yet I find

My thoughts inclined

My heart confined

To the girl I left behind

Like the fool who walked to Hell and back

With the Devil in a sack

The sun goes tracking east to west

With the morning star behind

And though you may retrace your steps

You never can redeem lost time

Running like a watch

Marking every notch

And yet I find

My thoughts inclined

My heart confined

To the girl I left behind

Like the fool who walked to Hell and back

With the Devil in a sack

That's how I left old Tennessee

Thinking myself unbound

For though my footsteps followed me

They seemed to fall without a sound

BUCKEYSTOWN

Susie Suraci • Slim Dot Music/ASCAP

Susie • vocals • acoustic guitar

Rob • vocal • electric bass • harmonica • drums

John • acoustic guitar • 5• string banjo

Dave • mandolin

Word sure does get around in Buckeystown

I wanna move away from here

‘Cause I’m tired of sneaking ‘round in Buckeystown

Where everybody knows your name

And everybody’s got your game

And a person has to be insane to want to stay

Seems like we always run into Mary

This time she caught us holding hands

She’s gonna tell our good friend Larry

Then they’ll tell everybody we know

And that’s how rumors come and go

When your little romance is the only show in town

Word sure does get around in Buckeystown . . .

Seems like we always run into Brad

I swear there must be more than one

Now he’s gonna mention us to Dale and Eileen

And they’re gonna spill it to Jill

Oh you bet your bottom dollar they will

And Jill is gonna tell it to Al and he’ll tell Dave

So why don’t we steal away from Buckeystown?

Load your daddy’s Coup Deville

And drive it down this doggone hill

And keep it rolling till we reach the Eastern Shore?

'Cause I’m tired of sneaking ‘round in Buckeystown . . .

WINTERLIGHT

John Minton • Monkey Knuckles Music/ASCAP

John • vocal • acoustic guitar • accordion

Susie • vocal • acoustic guitar

Rob • electric bass • drums • conga • bongos • cabasa • shaker

Dave • mandolin

The winterlight today

Could only whisper through the gray

Talking 'bout last night • my oh my winterlight

I was waiting on the mail

And wishing you were here

Sometimes that winterlight is so clear

The woods and fields are froze

Sideroads are closed

But what it's like where you are who knows

The lakes are cold and white

Moonlight and ice

That winterlight is awful bright tonight

I was wishing you would call

Kind of hoping you would write

That winterlight is all around tonight

WONDERFUL

Susie Suraci • Slim Dot Music/ASCAP

Susie • vocals • acoustic guitars

Rob • electric bass • upright bass • drums

John • acoustic guitars • electric slide guitars • accordion • 5• string banjo

Dave • mandolin

Don’t waste today • that would be tragic

Come out and play • come see the magic

We don’t have nine lives

So it would be wise

To open your eyes and see what is wonderful

Don’t spend the night in heartache and sadness

Things'll be all right • fretting is madness

We don’t have the years

Just to waste them in tears

So open your ears and hear what is wonderful . . .

So now count your blessings not your woes my dear

If you need someone to help • I’m already here

Oh now count your blessings not your woes my dear

And if you need someone to love • I’m already here

So don’t feel alone • when I’m right beside you

You’re not on your own when you decide to

Make a new start

Just do your part

Oh open up your heart and feel what is wonderful . . .

RECORDED JULY • OCTOBER 2006 AT TEMPEL RECORDING STUDIO • FORT WAYNE • INDIANA

RECORDED • MIXED & MASTERED BY TOM TEMPEL

EXCEPT

* RECORDED BY ROB AT THE LAKE

† RECORDED BY SUSIE AT UPPER BLUE STUDIO

PHOTOS BY LEWIS WICKES HINE • BOSTON & MOBILE BAY • 1909 • 1911

ART DIRECTION BY JOHN MINTON & MATT KELLEY

DESIGN BY ONE LUCKY GUITAR • INC

POSSUM FRONT OFFICE • LINDA MINTON

PRODUCED BY JOHN MINTON

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