Anjani - Innermost Door

“Nowhere to go. Nothing to say. You won’t hear my voice till it’s far far away. I’m too tired now to fight anymore. We’re saying goodbye at the innermost door.” The drama is immediately understood, with the excellent vocals pulling me into the story. The instrumentation is slight, a jazz piano and bass outside the door, enhancing the mood. “When I am alone you’ll come back to me. It’s happened before, it’s called memory.” The entire album is wonderful to sit and listen to under the stars with a bottle of wine and a good friend. If it’s cold winter, then in front of the fireplace is fine. Or simply light a candle and darken the room. Shoutouts for The Mist and Thanks For The Dance . Anjani