knew where we really were. we were almost home. i took a walk through this beautiful world felt the cool rain on my shoulder found something good in this beautiful world i felt the rain getting colder sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la, la sha, la, la, la, la anthony: oh, enchanted land of my childhood. a cultural petri-dish, from which regularly issues forth greatness. new jersey, in case you didn t know it, has got beaches, beautiful beaches, and they re not all crawling with roid-raging trolls with reality shows. i grew up summering on those beaches, and they are awesome. jersey s got farmland. beautiful bedroom communities where that woman from real housewives who looks like doctor zaius does not live, nor anyone like her. even the refineries. the endless clover leaves of turnpikes and expressways twisting in unknowable patterns over the wetlands are, to me, somehow, beautiful. to know jersey is to lov
tribes of people who actually lived out there. somewhere between the trees. that was what we believed anyway. paul evans pedersen, jeweler, musician, author, and proud piney. paul: these pine barren blues anthony: we meet at the disconcertingly friendly lucille s in warren grove for a delicious breakfast. paul: the legend of the jersey devil was mother leeds had twelve kids, foued herself pregnant with the thirteenth and said, may this child be a devil. there e s many legends that are told about it, but that lelegen says that when the jersey devil was born it morphed into this creature, flew up the chimney and was gone into the night. other legends say it killed everybody in the room. it s supposed to have the head of a horse, wings of a bat, hoofs, but you have people that say they ve seen horns on it. it breathes fire. it s got a real long tail with a triangle on it. anthony: i mean, it sounds like my little pony with a fork
somewhere between the trees. that was what we believed anyway. paul evans pedersen, jeweler, musician, author, and proud piney. paul: these pine barren blues anthony: we meet at the disconcertingly friendly lucille s in warren grove for a delicious breakfast. paul: the legend of the jersey devil was mother leeds had twelve kids, foued herself pregnant with the thirteenth and said, may this child be a devil. there s many legends that are told about it, but that legend says that when the jersey devil was born it morphed into this creature, flew up the chimney and was gone into the night. other legends say it killed everybody in the room. it s supposed to have the head of a horse, wings of a bat, hoofs, but you have people that say they ve seen horns on it. it breathes fire. it s got a real long tail with a triangle on it. anthony: i mean, it sounds like my little pony with a fork tail. it doesn t sound frightening to me. paul: it s supposed to have big red eyes and some p
the strange, possibly inbred, tribes of people who actually lived out there. somewhere between the trees. that was what we believed anyway. paul evans pedersen, jeweler, musician, author, and proud piney. paul: these pine barren blues anthony: we meet at the disconcertingly friendly lucille s in warren grove for a delicious breakfast. paul: the legend of the jersey devil was mother leeds had twelve kids, found herself pregnant with the thirteenth and said, may this child be a devil. there s many legends that are told about it, but that legend says that when the jersey devil was born it morphed into this creature, flew up the chimney and was gone into the night. other legends say it killed everybody in the room. it s supposed to have the head of a horse, wings of a bat, hoofs, but you have people that say they ve seen horns on it. it breathes fire. it s got a real long tail with a triangle on it. anthony: i mean, it sounds like my little pony with a fork tail.
we joked nervously about pineys, the strange, possibly inbred, tribes of people who actually lived out there. somewhere between the trees. that was what we believed anyway. paul evans pedersen, jeweler, musician, author, and proud piney. paul: these pine barren blues anthony: we meet at the disconcertingly friendly lucille s in warren grove for a delicious breakfast. paul: the legend of the jersey devil was mother leeds had twelve kids, foued herself pregnant with the thirteenth and said, may this child be a devil. there s many legends that are told about it, but that legend says that when the jersey devil was born it morphed into this creature, flew up the chimney and was gone into the night. other legends say it killed everybody in the room. it s supposed to have the head of a horse, wings of a bat, hoofs, but you have people that say they ve seen horns on it. it breathes fire. it s got a real long tail with a triangle on it.