So the dream of being a musician, and making money at it, goes something like this. Make a couple shitty sounding albums, maybe hit the lottery third time out and make something that more than your friends want to listen to. Pianki defies description, everything he does sounds utterly perfect. Recorded at home this album is what a lot of people spending buckets of cash try to produce. He has disappeared, life sometimes catches up with you, maybe he ended on a high note. I hope he isn't bumming.