I listened once.
And I’m listening again.
You’re not lost in the shadows and I respect that.
The record swings like a red wheelbarrow.
Your voice channels rays of welcoming sunshine.
I’m swept along by your need for needing nothing.
I’m listening thrice.
As I feel a weathered and braided heartland embrace me.
Trigger transcends space and time like the best Saturday matinee.
This record reminds us that our stardust is reminiscent of days and nights to come.
Your voice a sacred medicine wheel vital to keep us young at heart.
We’re carried away by the bluesy smoke signals you create when exhaling so naturally.