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Chevrolet Van

KAFM Grand Junction, 9pm - 12am

The landtrain rumbled over something bumpy. Probably a hill, thought the conductor, as they made their way down the gently swaying aisle, digital holepuncher out, ready to process the ticket. The passenger, sole occupant of the car, sat oblivious, staring out the window at the landscape rushing twenty feet below, the faint sounds of some Slovakian cumbia leaking out of the expensive earbuds. “Ticket please?” The passenger startled, and reached for the sleek titanium briefcase, its embedded digital timer declaring to everyone that it held no ordinary cargo.

The landtrain rumbled over something bumpy. Probably a hill, thought the conductor, as they made their way down the gently swaying aisle, digital holepuncher out, ready to process the ticket. The passenger, sole occupant of the car, sat oblivious, staring out the window at the landscape rushing twenty feet below, the faint sounds of some Slovakian cumbia leaking out of the expensive earbuds. “Ticket please?” The passenger startled, and reached for the sleek titanium briefcase, its embedded digital timer declaring to everyone that it held no ordinary cargo.
The Nude Party
SongArtistNotes
Chevrolet Van
The Nude Party
Check out the video
Toady Man's Hour
The Claypool Lennon Delirium
More froggy weirdness
24 Robbers
Apostle Of Hustle (feat. The Huskys)
Make the kids work it
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Hated By The Powers That Be
Piroshka
Rackmount timetravel
Out Align
Jim Jones and the Righteous Mind
Swagger aplenty
Dog
They Might Be Giants
All kinds of dogs
Shame
The Avett Brothers
Untender and untrue
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Angel Came Down
Warm Wires
Sweet violin solo
Sea of Heartbreak
Meat Puppets
Country punks deluxe
Bends For 72 Miles
Alfie
British moods
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Look Within
American High
So very Cheap Trick
Diga Diga Doo
Hot Club Of Cowtown
Blazing hot gypsy jazz standard
Sleeping Volcanoes
Cass McCombs
Understated, to say the least
What's On Your Mind
Martin Frawley
Steady on
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Token
Panda Bear
A distinctive slice and dice
Life on Mars
Seu Jorge
In any language
Fantasma Vaga
Helado Negro
Low key
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Imaginary World
Ashtech
It’s all too real
No. 1 in the World
U Roy
Back to the beginning
Ambiguity Song
Camper Van Beethoven
Weirdo dub ending
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Big Change
Swearin'
I’m a sucker for distant guitars
Lawn Mowers Attack!!!
Magnetix
Beware their whirling blades
Rainbow
Robert Plant & The Sensational Space Shifters
Mystical sounds
Summertime
Janis Joplin
It’s upon us
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Break Down The Walls (Warm Up Jam)
Ian Brown
Madchester reggae
Three Shades
NOMO
Afrobeat time
Joy
The Mattoid
So distinctive
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Way Too Long
Delicate Steve
Parade for guitar and drum machine
Crying
Julian Lage
Some gentle twangings
Dark Horse
Darediablo
Do not mess with the robots
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Al-Mu'tasim
Cochemea
Roots music
I Want To Be Sexy
Winterbrief
Try it in your favorite language
Little Bell
Young Fresh Fellows
That stumbly beat
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Girls Gone Wild
Tijuana Panthers
An ancient sound
Thank You For Making Me Feel Better
Linus Of Hollywood
Drinking music
Orange Wedge
Chemical Brothers
Ridealong
Stumbler
Buke + Gase
Prepare for assembly
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A Wolf In Geek's Clothing
The Naked + Famous
Fairly unrelenting
Complicated
Poi Dog Pondering
Hawaiian disco
Telepathic Mail
The Wild Reeds
Evening chimes
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Yes We Can't
Africaine 808
Active closer
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Big Boss Man

Big Boss Man

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I Started a Joke

I Started a Joke

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