The bass creates a hypnotic suggestion of peace and the guitars form an other-worldly haze of emotion as the narrator spins his tale on this tapestry. The muse invites me to the landscape, which is common for the narrator (“just sitting on a hill shooting the breeze”), but the cool backdrop is far from the hills of Texas. On a hot muggy day, I am fully prepared to search out the countryside being described by the instruments. A huge cup of sweet mint-laced iced tea, swirled to a consistency where you can still see the sugars floating as the first sips are taken.
Fjord Rowboat