Another album of gorgeous
serenity.
The man seems to be seriously mellowing over time, but I'm certainly fond of his recent direction.
Placid pieces featuring piano and guitar, slowly paced and chock full of tenderness.
That's it... maybe he's in love or something... okay, for purposes of review, I'm just going to go with that rash assumption.
Well gosh, then.
Best of luck with your new romance, mr. Labradford.
May your conjugal bliss be as rewarding to you as the music you create for us.
Hey, this is fun... I believe I'm going to have to start making rash assumptions more often.
I hope this album is widely available, because it's a desirable quantity.