tears every time, in my eyes now, heart so full, playing over and over, probably several dozen times now in the last five days, wake up with, and going through the day with various snippets of the songs running through my head, breaking out in audible verse in the middle of nowhere hours later. only joanna newsom has affected me like this anytime recent. ask me again in the spring just to be sure, but right now human like a house rates near fine as cocteau twins' treasure, joni mitchell's blue, csny's deja vu and joan baez's first album. very few things rise anywhere close to california or silver dagger mind you!

curtis andrew beckwith, in oklahoma wee hours