I first met Skip Heller in Philly several decades ago. He was renowned as a jazz guitarist. And he has always been much, much more. Much as Bill Frisell and Charlie Haden delved into American roots and folk music for inspiration, Skip has been mining the deep veins of Americana for as long as I've known him. While this song is deceptively simple, it's magnificently rich in its twinge of bittersweet sadness. And so is Skip Heller.
