This is a mournful record that moves at it's own pace, and that pace is slow. As slow, and sad as it can get at times, I love this album. It feels like you're driving back in time through a vintage painting of broken American scenes. When I purchased this album I had no idea who either of these songwriters were. In fact this was one of my many "album cover based" purchases. See kids, artwork is important. Anyway, I enjoy spinning this album in the early morning hours, just as the sun is ascending through the trees.
Figured I'd use this blog to catalogue my record collection. I'll be providing some technical information on the albums as well as my thoughts. My collection is non-genre specific. I keep the bulk of them alphabetized by Artist. However, I also maintain a section I refer to as the esoteric field, which contains unusual records, and artists I wouldn't remember the name of if they weren't in this category. The Classical and Compilation albums are also in separate sections.
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