Anything that reminds me of Joni Mitchell, or at least the sort of song she might write, must be a good thing. Right? Right! The cascades of finger-picked guitar, spacious structures, and man that voice – crystalline, controlled, calm, and composed but also sensual and seductive, especially given the song’s subject.
For everyone trying to move folk or acoustica or roots music or whatever you want to call it, into pastures new, there are people like Sam Hart who remind you that the genre ain’t broke. And if it aint broke…well, you know.
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