I've been really enjoying the new record from Phineas and the Lonely Leaves, a bittersweet bit of Americana concerned, to large extent, about living on the wrong side of the have/have not divide. The kicker is that the band is from Westchester County, so their dead-ends abut on some unusal places. You don't hear a lot of country songs about Peekskill, New York, but it's a pretty good one, nonetheless. I suppose that when you really hit the skids (to the point where you're picking up other people's butts and smoking them and wondering why no one will give you a ride), it doesn't help that there's a stockbroker living next door.
Anyway, it's a good one. Here's the title track:
"The Kids We Used to Be"