our lives followed the same backwoods Texas orbit--we were separated geographically by an abandoned outlet mall and sprawling fields walled with LAND AVAILABLE signs. Christ and traffic are in here.
This album (& the musician, & the art) busts life down to its most beautiful lines and tones; and then, with a stickler's scalpel, makes each one in its singularity a bulwark of dissonant focus.
A must-have album for those who want to experience "Mr Wilson Metal Beach" with pure spontaneity. Although what is spontaneity? This album discusses the very that, & hope I get more copies of it.