indian valley line
A waking dream of the West Way out where the telephone poles lay down and buckeye overtakes the train tracks, there’s an old shack with a sagging front porch, whistling winds and a place for everyone to sit. You’ve reached the end and the beginning of Indian Valley Line, a trio of young itinerants who traded a life of wanderlust to settle down and sway with the ghosts of frontier women while penning romantic, Whiskey-worn words. + full bio