The previous segment on this album "East Hastings" bears personal significance as well. When I was living in St. Augustine, I used to go for long drives at night when I could not sleep. Sometimes I'd drive north on A1A along the beach, sometimes I'd drive south on A1A following the beach, but the most special drive to me was heading west on route 207 towards Gainesville. There was something really magical for me about it. The trees, the air, the land, the buildings..but on my drive I would pass through Hastings, Florida, which I think of when reading the title of this song. The town before it was called Spuds, and there were potato farms there.
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Saturday, February 16, 2019
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The previous segment on this album "East Hastings" bears personal significance as well. When I was living in St. Augustine, I used to go for long drives at night when I could not sleep. Sometimes I'd drive north on A1A along the beach, sometimes I'd drive south on A1A following the beach, but the most special drive to me was heading west on route 207 towards Gainesville. There was something really magical for me about it. The trees, the air, the land, the buildings..but on my drive I would pass through Hastings, Florida, which I think of when reading the title of this song. The town before it was called Spuds, and there were potato farms there.
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