In a town like Astoria, inspiration doesn’t always show up in grand moments. More often, it’s quieter than that—found in long walks along the river, half-formed melodies muttered into a phone, or the strange, lingering feeling of a dream you can’t quite shake. For Get Down, Moses, that’s exactly where the music lives. On the surface, the band doesn’t take itself too seriously. The jokes come fast, the stories derail easily, and any attempt at a clean, polished narrative quick