In this fabric of the soft hearted and engrossed beauty again. We climbed the hill and found Songs:Ohia, Little Wings, Calexico, M. Ward, Sam Beam, Royal City, Devon and Paul, Joanna and Devandra: the skinny candle souls. We sing within the spaces yet claimed by the armies of words; about new trains, silence, old images. We voice the young sensetive men who passion the evening and watch leaves push in the air. Scaled down, we scrape minimal songs of mallet drums and the silver guitar waltz as the red bounce-ball drops.
