Many thanks to Rebecca Moon Ruark, aka Rust Belt Girl for pointing me to this gentleman’s amazing music.
A complex and intriguing album.
Well worth a fully engaged listen, with headphones, preferably.
Serious power here, both musically and lyrically.
I do not like polishing the tea pots. My face, already grotesque, reflected, distorted even more in their surface. ~ I have nine books borrowed from the library. Still, I am reading the one new book of poems I found at the thrift store. ~ We don’t know the length, the breadth, the width, the height, and certainly not the depth of our unknowing. ~
A return visit with two of my favorites…