The guitars whirl my head into a fine, wonderful, wine-like frenzy for close to a minute before the voice comes in and welcomes the morning with a happiness usual reserved for very rare moments with a friend. “Opened up – the daylight found me sitting underneath an oak tree, clearing up what once was cloudy.” Each time I hear this tune I smile inside while dancing outside. Batdorf has an uncanny vocal method of simply sounding lovingly optomistic while acoustic guitars play in a technique one usually reserves for rock and roll. “All my life I’ve been waiting for this day! I am home again!” Shoutout for several compositions deliciously served up with different spices, Can’t Be Trusted and Something Is Slipping Away.
John Batdorf