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psych/folk indie rock
There was always something missing. On Sundays, William would walk to the town farmer's market in search of something specific. His impeccable sense of smell could lead him there in the dark, or in some half-dazed stupor. And on each Sunday, William would walk back to his home in the forest empty-handed and still un-sure as to what he was looking for in the first place. This went on for eleven years. Spencer, always intrigued by the secrets of others, would spend most of his free time spying on passers-by from various shrubs and bushes. Sometimes he got so caught up in the act of actively listening to the whispers of others, that when nobody was around, he was often seen sticking pebbles and leaves into his ears. He was certain they would tell him something. Jeffrey was always jumping. From a very early age, he would shock his relatives and neighbours alike by hurtling over refrigerator boxes and whole televisions. Eventually his biggest feat was to pummel directly over his mother's bungalow, bounce off his backyard trampoline, and jump into the deep river that separated the house from the dark forest. He only did this once. Noah, deep in deciding his numerous scientific hypotheses, was always making noises. He would carry around the shells of a walnut in his lab-coat pocket and tap them together to help him think. He would rub the food off his chin and continue doing so long after the food had fallen away, because he liked the sound of it. One day his obsession took over, he started tapping the walnut shells while blinking his eyes and he didn't stop. He started walking without knowing where he was going.
And one day they all came together. William decided instead of going to the farmer's market, he would change his weekly routine and walk in the opposite direction-- deeper into the forest-- in hopes of finding what he sought. Spencer had his head to the ground and swore he heard a piece of grass remark, "The reason we never talk to you is because we're timid here. Go to the woods." Jeffrey, after making it over the bungalow and onto the trampoline, found himself looking down onto the river from much higher than anticipated and landed much further away from his home than he expected. And Noah, obsessed with the taps emitting from his walnut shells, walked and walked until he found himself deep in a dark place he'd never thought to come to in his life.
Will found a chewed up tree stump, sat down and started playing guitar. Spencer listened to the rocks and bushes and started repeating what he heard. Jeffrey began imitating the noise of his jumping and bouncing by picking up a bass. And Noah kept banging and tapping on his walnut, until one day he got a proper drum-set.
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