I just keep coming back to this album year after year (after year after year since Y2K). This is the musical version of a mopey, gray Sunday in the Midwest. I don't think any of the tracks here really stand out by themselves, but they blur together to create a feeling that resonates with me for some reason. Maybe I'm the human version of a mopey, gray Sunday in the Midwest.

Mopiest tracks: Lowercase West Thomas and Shorty