Willis plays guitar. He's a tangled pinger on a fretboard.
Dan, a tinker, plays crooked bass. It's heavy, but it's lithe.
Holly is the mountain stream that flows over Will's gravel.
Leo Lion howls into the night with his Hamornica.
Together, they make Crooked Weather, an earthy rascal of a band.
WE SAW A HOOPOE TODAY. WE LIVE IN NORTH EAST ENGLAND. THIS IS STRANGE.