It’s spring here in Freedomlandia and for now, people aren’t complaining about the heat which has dropped upon us. My body is sticking to the car seat, the air conditioner is breaking down with superb untimeliness, and my left arm is simply happy to hang lazily out the window. Songs of spring usually sound sprightly, so it’s unusual that My Hanging Surrender by The Wheel is what I’ve been listening to non-stop. Its fairly straightforward acoustic guitar line and melancholy strings are enough to do me in from second one, but the vocal melody and shifts get me all choked up one minute and calmed the next. Don’t worry about which indie film it soundtracks or the coming of winter, just sense words like glory, redemption, and despair, during a long, night-time drive with the windows down.