In a landscape full of calculations, contrivance and instantaneous responsibility, some things still manage to be created through the mere act of simply willing them to be. One such thing is the hobo-style. Armed with nothing more than three minute ditties full of twisted phrases and jingle-jangly expressions, the hobo-style will invade the collective consciousness of city and country mice alike and together we may just drive all of the snakes out of your town. One broken voice, one broken string and one broken heart at a time. Please consider yourself warned.