Nashville's most resolute Beatles devotee sets the scene with his pristine, picture-perfect recreation of lite-psych with Sgt. Pepper-inspired moves. Hoffman's voice carries an endearing softness that I don't seem to recall on previous recordings. Others might call it maturity or evolution, but I think there's a lot of tricks up his sleeve and we've still yet to even grasp them all. Definitely thirsty for more here.

The rubber-stamped covers for this lathe-cut single are strong, straddling the line of "is this printed?" and slight imperfection that hits straight to my heart. I'm offering copy #6 here to whatever comment here is arbitrarily the "best" here. Maybe talk about something you had to mull over. Maybe just say something funny. "Best" is solely at my discretion and the comment must be posted by midnight on June 30th. Godspeed.

If you wanna do a good deed and just support the artist without "winning" you can order here.