Mysterious warbling majesty just north of Pat Garrett from the even more mysterious Minot, where most of us imagine strip miners goin' bare-knuckle outside the café for bragging rights and a hit from a few pocket rockets. Perfect mood music battin' cleanup, I'd say. Our dear friend Micah Scott sent this one along, and it seems like the originals always seem to slay the uncoverable covers for some reason. Merry Xmas everybody!