Welcome to Dreams of an Old America.
Close your eyes. The year is 1957.
Somewhere in a small town, a jukebox is playing.
A girl in a yellow circle skirt sits on a porch swing.
A boy on a red bicycle rides past for the third time today.
Two straws in a chocolate malt.
A drive-in on a Friday night.
The smell of french fries and Coca-Cola and summer.
This is the America that lives in memory.
The America of diners and sock hops and Chevrolets.
The America where every song told a love story
and every love story felt like it would last forever.
We didn't just make videos.
We built a time machine.
New songs uploaded every week.
Welcome home.
@dreamsofanoldamerica