0:00 Sea View, Breakfast Included
4:18 Two Lots on Lido
7:50 Winter Quarters
11:32 The Blue Dress
16:20 Three Shirts and a Collar
20:38 The Check Hasn’t Cleared
24:47 Plaster Dust
28:44 The Season Starts Saturday
33:45 Northbound Tuesday
37:18 April Rates
The Florida land boom is over. The roads stay, the hotels stay, the subdivision maps stay. The buyers are getting harder to find.
Winter visitors still arrive from Chicago and Cleveland. White shoes still cross the lobby, grapefruit still comes with breakfast, and a real-estate man still unfolds a map under the ceiling fan. Then the circus puts its winter quarters in town, and a second population arrives: musicians, carpenters, grooms, wardrobe workers, people who live by railroad schedules.
Nobody here explains anything. Laundry comes in. Tools go out. A call goes through the switchboard. A clarinettist stays in one town longer than usual. A woman keeps track of shirts by their stains. Land changes hands — or doesn't.
Ten songs from one winter. The story was there before the first track and goes on after the last.
Music made with AI tools from human ideas.