“I’m looking for the Spirit in life, I’m looking for the beautiful.” A fragile voice, alone with a guitar, is perfect for words like these. “I’ve heard the words of Jesus, but I can’t find mine.” The sound of the recording has me picturing a lone singer on a cliff with a cave behind her singing to her neighbors below, exposing her soul to the entire village as the sun goes down. “I’m looking for the light to drive these doubts away.” Fine performance. Shoutout for Ride (“I need a stranger to tell me I’m beautiful”).
Heather Nova