(Lake Bottom) Speaking of kids and Chapin, in Brooklyn there's an actual playground named after Lily and Abigail Chapin's uncle Harry, and in it there are little springy toy taxis for kids to play on, so that little Jacob can pretend he's, "taking tips and getting stoned...flying so high, when I'm s-t-o-n-e-d!" That out of the way, the Chapin Sisters (the kids of Tom, and not kids anymore) sing wonderful post-modern folk music with eerily beautiful harmonies that couple with ridiculously excellent production to make a record that will put you in a trance. But back to that playground, c'mon people, am I right? Wild stuff!
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